On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,20
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“I guess so. Then...” I frown. “Seth happened.”
“Fucking Seth,” she slurs.
“They’re roommates. Best friends since their freshman year.”
She scoffs. “Well, that’s a twist.”
“After beer pong, I saw you flirting with him, so I went outside to get some air.”
“Oh…” Jenna cants her head as she puts it all together. “So, that’s why he ignored all my signals. He was totally crushing on you.”
“A little bit.”
“And I didn’t even notice that you liked him. Man, I’m a horrible friend.”
“A little bit,” I joke.
She sneers. “Continue, please.”
“Drew followed me outside and offered to walk me home. Bobby arrived around that time, so I figured you’d be busy with him the rest of the night and wouldn’t mind me bailing — especially not when a cute boy offered to walk me home.”
“You made the right call.”
“He walked me home, and then…” I lick my lips. “He kissed me on the porch.”
Jenna swoons. “You made out with a model,” she says.
“I made out with a model.”
“I’m so proud of you. Like a mama bird pushing the chick out of the nest for the first time. Flapping your little baby wings.”
“I can’t see him ever again, though.”
“And there’s the crushing parental disappointment.” She huffs. “Why the hell not?”
“He’s Seth’s best friend,” I remind her.
“Oh, fuck Seth!” she says. “You owe nothing to that guy and everything to yourself. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.”
“I know, but… Seth apologized to me. And he was sincere about it. We might actually have a shot at a normal brother-sister relationship now. I can’t date his roommate.”
“Heidi, we’re talking about a beautiful boy who obviously likes you who’s not a total weirdo like most of the guys who’ve been into you, let’s just be honest here.”
“You’ll get no argument from me,” I say.
“Drew is fit and hot and in a fraternity — and not just any fraternity. He’s Delta Xi which is like... the Mensa of hot as fuck frat guys.”
“He is pretty hot.”
“And you’re just going to throw that away because your bully of a brother will throw a bitch fit over it? Not on my watch, Heidi Newbury. Not on my watch!”
I smirk. “You’re getting worked up about this.”
“Because you refuse to see the amazing opportunity being presented here!”
“And that is?”
“Two words. Three syllables. A thousand possibilities.” Jenna leans forward. “Secret. Fling.”
“Oh, no.” I lean back. “No, no, no. I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can, you should, and you will.”
“No, I can’t!”
“Do you have any idea how hot a secret fling is?” she asks. “Do you remember me and Embry?”
“Do I remember you and Vice Principal Harris? Yes, me and the entire town remember that.”
“It was so fucking hot.” She visibly shudders. “I’m getting shivers now just thinking about it…”
“It was illegal,” I point out.
“Eh…” She hums. “Unethical.”
“Well, it should have been illegal.”
“Whatever. The point is... do it. Latch onto that ridiculously sexy boy and have some fun. If not for you, then do it for me.”
“How do you benefit from my relationships?”
“A rising tide lifts all boats, Heidi.”
I chuckle. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. The kiss was a one-time thing. An act of closure. He said so himself.”
“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes. “Sure, it was.”
“It was!”
“Flash him one boob and I’ll bet my entire trust fund he drops to his knees and licks your feet.”
I cringe. “What is it with you and licking feet lately?”
“Don’t knock it until you try it. Doesn’t negate my point.”
“Which is?”
“Please do not let Seth pull the same shit on you now that he did back in high school. He was a dick then, he’s a dick now, and you owe it to yourself to proudly fuck the living daylights out of his best friend under his nose. It’ll be sweet, delicious karma. Trust me.”
Jenna’s bedroom door opens down the hall again. I shift nervously on my chair, convinced of a stranger prowling our house as another pair of shoes slowly bound in our directly.
Jenna doesn’t react. She just smiles.
A blue-eyed man finally appears in the kitchen doorway, fully clothed but with only one corner of his shirt tucked into his ripped jeans.
Jack?
“Hey,” he says, shifting awkwardly. “Good morning.”
I blink. “Good morning.”
Jenna looks over her shoulder at him. “You heading out?”
He nods. “Yeah, I have to go to work, so...”
“All right. I’ll see you around.”
“See you around,” he repeats, slowly offering the room a limp salute before turning and making his way down the hall to the front door.
“Call me!” Jenna shouts after him before the door closes.
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