More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,23
How about them fucking apples, Dr. Evil.
She blinked a few times, the streetlight shined down on her beautiful face, and she tilted her head to the side. “That’s very mature of you.”
This was some kind of test that I wasn’t going to fail. I’d surprised her by remaining calm, and I’d even surprised myself. Chalk it up to months of therapy. Yes, I still wanted to smash Dick’s face in, or any guy who looked at her. But, like Dr. Roberts loved to remind me—I was in this shit show because of my own actions. So, I’d need to be patient.
“What can I say? I’m very mature these days.”
“How about you? Have you been sleeping with everything that moves?” she asked, studying my face like it hid all the answers to her questions.
“Well, Jade, this might surprise you… but no. I haven’t fucked a single chick. And that’s all because of you,” I said, lips pursed.
She narrowed her gaze at me. Her eyebrows pinched, and her hands moved to her hips. “How is it because of me?”
“Well, if I’m being honest. You broke my dick.”
Her head fell back in hysterical laughter, and damn if it wasn’t the best sound I’d heard in a long ass time.
She leaned in close to me and whispered, “Like, literally? I bent it?”
I barked out a laugh. “No. It’s not physically broken. I think it’s emotionally broken, at least that’s what Dr. fucking Evil thinks. Apparently, it doesn’t like anyone but you. You put some sort of spell on it, and now it has no interest in other girls.”
“Is that so?”
“That is so. You don’t need to look so judgy, though. Your nipples were telling a story of their own earlier.”
She swatted my arm again. “Shut up with that. You really expect me to believe you’ve gone all summer without sex?”
“It’s the fucking truth. Who would willingly admit their dick was broken? And, you’ve practically begged me to date. Why would I lie?”
“That’s a good question. Well, I still think you should date. It doesn’t mean you have to sleep with anyone. Maybe play the field a little, you know? Make sure you know what you want.”
“I’ve always known what I want. I just got lost for a little bit. And I believe right now, we’re waiting for you to figure out what you want, right?” I said, our hands somehow linked together of their own will.
“Right,” she said, running the pad of her thumb over my palm. And damn if I wasn’t already hard again. All over. Her nearness had my body reacting like a teenage boy in puberty.
“So, I leave tomorrow. How do you feel about a sleepover?”
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“I thought we were friends. I believe you even said best friends. You don’t have sleepovers with your best friends?”
She laughed. “Please. Like you’ve ever had sleepovers.”
“I love me a good slumber party. Facials, and chocolate, and girl talk,” I said, fighting the urge to lean down and taste her sweet mouth.
She turned and faced the car again. “What would be the purpose? We’re both tired. It’s late. You’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Those are my exact arguments. We’re both tired, it’s late, and I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m not going to see you for a while. I always sleep better with you.” I took her bags and started walking toward her front door.
“I’m not having sex with you. Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Jesus, More Jade. Get your mind out of the gutter. When did you become such a dirty bird?” I laughed.
“I’m not a dirty bird.” She huffed and pushed inside.
Ari came out of her bedroom wearing pajamas and rubbing her eyes. “I’m so happy to have you back, roomie. I’ve missed you so much.”
Jace sauntered out behind her wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. He fist-bumped me and reached over to hug Jade. “Thank God you’re back. I can’t talk about nail polish or fashion any longer.”