Opposites Attract - Jessica Prince Page 0,2
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I WOKE UP IN a sweat, the sheets tangled and twisted around my legs from all the thrashing I’d done, thanks to my new stupid recurring dream.
“Damn it,” I groaned, falling back against my pillow as my chest continued to heave. Three months. It has been three months since my night with the nameless man who’d managed to destroy me for all other men in just a matter of hours, and I still couldn’t get him out of my head. Every night I dreamed of him. It always started the same, with me approaching him in the club, but the progression was always different. But no matter what, in my dream we always ended up having sex, and it was always as good as it was the one night I was with him.
To say I’d been walking around in a state of perpetual sexual frustration for the past three months would be a serious understatement.
A soft whimper drew my attention, snuffing out the erotic images that were still lingering. I turned to look at Slim Shady, his tiny, white, fluff-ball head cocked to the side in curiosity.
“Don’t look at me.” I snatched the pillow from under my head and smashed it over my face, trying to snuff out the shame of having my poor, unsuspecting puppy see me in such a state. I really was ridiculous.
The heavy beats of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” suddenly vibrated through my closed bedroom door, the music blaring from the living room, the same as every other morning. It was a lame ritual for me and Devon that started right around the time the song hit it big on the radio, we’d been shamelessly obsessed ever since, hence my bichon frise’s name, Slim Shady. It was what we played in the morning to pump ourselves up for the start of the day. Worked better than caffeine. Even in my pathetic state, I couldn’t help but start bobbing my head as I tossed the pillow aside.
My door flew open, banging into the wall as Devon rapped the opening lines of the song. With a giggle, I reached over and grabbed my glasses off the nightstand and slid them on, everything around me finally coming into focus. “Would you capture it?” she continued, “Or just let it slip?”
“I’m awake, I’m awake,” I laughed as she jumped up on my bed and began bouncing around.
She plopped down next to me and Slim Shady danced around us, hopping up and down excitedly as Devon smirked at me. “Morning, sunshine. Someone looks like they spent the night doing the dirty in her head.”
I groaned and rubbed at my temples. “This is all your fault. If I hadn’t let you get me drunk, I never would have propositioned that guy, and I wouldn’t be having these damn dreams every night.”
“You should be thanking me!” She reached over and smacked me in the arm. “It was my idea to get you over your ex by getting you under someone else. I’m the only reason your va-jay-jay didn’t get all dusty and full of cobwebs! Because of me, you had the best sex of your life. You’re welcome, by the way.”
I hit her back and she pouted as she rubbed the sore spot on her arm. “Hey, it’s not my fault you pulled a runner before getting the dude’s number.” Her brown eyebrows shot up on her forehead and her blue eyes got big. I knew that look. That look never bode well for me. “We should totally post on Craigslist. Missed Connection. Maybe you’d be able to track him down that way and go for round two.”
I glared. “You really are a terrible best friend. You know that? I regret ever telling you about that night.”
Before she could reply with a snide comment, the wall behind my headboard started shaking. “Turn the fucking music down!”
I rolled my eyes and snatched the remote from Devon’s hand, pointing it toward the living room where we kept our iPhone doc and lowering the volume.
“God, that guy’s such a douche!” Devon hopped back up to her feet and banged on the wall in return. “Pull the stick outta your ass, dickhead!”
The guy on the other side, our neighbor of exactly one week who we’d yet to see in person, pounded back. It had been like that for the past seven mornings. We’d play our pump-up jam, he’d get pissed, then he and Devon would engage in a five-minute-long battle to crumble the drywall above my bed until