On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,19
work out for you?”
As if on some cosmic cue, Jenna’s door opens down the hall. We both go silent as she smiles and a pair of boots thump in our direction.
Bobby strolls into the kitchen, fully answering my question. “Good morning, ladies,” he says, his chin-length blond hair sloppily pushed to one side.
“Good morning,” Jenna says, leaning back.
He bends down and gives her a quick kiss on the lips before bobbing his head at me. “Hey, Heidi,” he says.
“Hi, Bobby,” I say, keeping a cautionary pinch on my robe to hold it closed. “You want some coffee?”
“Oh, no. Thanks, but I got to take off. I have some places to be.”
“Okay,” Jenna says with a shrug as she gazes up at him. “I had a good night.”
He smiles. “Yeah. Me, too.”
“Call me later?” she instructs.
I sip my coffee, hiding a smile behind my mug.
“I will,” he says as he bends down and gives her another kiss. He steps back and waves to the room. “Bye.”
“Bye,” Jenna and I say.
We stay quiet until he sneaks out the front door.
“I thought Bobby was canceled again,” I say, amused.
“Oh, he still is,” Jenna says as she retrieves her mug. “I’m making him work for it. I would have told you that if you didn’t sneak off.”
“I didn’t sneak off.” My lips twitch. “I was walked home… by a boy.”
Jenna raises a curious brow. “What boy?”
I sit down at the table. “I’m going to tell you something and you have to promise to keep it a secret.”
Her feet plop to the floor. “You have my attention, Ms. Newbury,” she says.
“Okay.” I take a breath. “You remember Drew?”
She pauses. “Drew…?”
“We played beer pong with him last night,” I remind her. She squints. “The guy who checked our IDs? The model from class?”
“Oh, right!” she says, remembering now. “Resting Prick Face, sure.”
I smile. “His name is Drew… and I knew that before last night.”
Her eyes twinkle for gossip. “Did you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And how did you know that?”
“Because he told me on campus the other day while he was jump-starting my car.”
Her jaw slowly opens. “You were acquainted with this young man?”
“Yes.”
“When did you get acquainted?”
I chuckle. Only Jenna can make a word like that sound dirty. “After class the other night.” I take a sip of coffee, purposefully making her wait. “I couldn’t get my car started, I was about to call you to come back for me, but then he stopped to help.”
“Well, that was awfully sweet of him.”
“It really was.”
“And you offered to blow him in return, right?”
I snort. “No.”
She sneers with disappointment.
I raise a finger. “Hold on. The story’s not finished.”
She relaxes.
“Anyway, I told him not to worry about it. I’d just have you come back and give me a jump in the morning.”
“Why would I do that? I don’t know how to do that.”
“Eh, you know me.” I shrug. “I was nervous. I wanted to yeet myself out of that situation as quickly as possible... but then he offered to give me a ride home.”
“And... you accepted that offer, right?” she asks, cautiously optimistic.
I smile. “Yes, I did.”
Jenna gasps with surprise. “Really?”
“He was here. In this house.”
She squints at the room. “I knew I sensed hot guy the other day.”
“He wasn’t here for very long,” I say. “Just a few minutes, but that’s all it took for me to make a complete ass of myself.”
“What did you do?”
“I invited him in to dry off. We got kind of wet in the rain.”
Her brow piques. “Go on…”
“We got to talking. It really seemed like we were clicking for a bit, but then...” My cheeks heat all over again. “I kinda... sneezed on his face.”
“Yeah, you did,” she says, biting her devious lip.
“No, seriously. That wasn’t some dirty metaphor. I literally sneezed... on his face.”
She pauses, slowly deflating. “Oh.”
“He left. Immediately. He could not have bolted fast enough.”
“Oh, honey.” She pats my hand. “I would have, too.”
I exhale. “I thought that was the end but then he was waiting for me at my car the next morning with jumper cables.”
“Interesting...”
“He asked me out for last night, but I’d already promised you I’d hang, so I declined.”
“Uh, pause.” She raises a finger. “When a hot model asks you out on a night when you already have plans, you cancel those plans. You hear me?”
I laugh. “Lesson learned. Didn’t matter, though. We ended up at the same party he invited me to. Somehow.”
“Fate, honey. It was fate.”
“Doubtful.”
“So, that’s why he let you in with that bogus