You Only (Cameron Farms Book 1) - Melanie Jayne Page 0,44
Hale took another sip of her tequila and blinked rapidly, trying to combat the fire in her throat.
“He hasn’t said too much about you, to us,” Jasmine looked off into the distance as if she was trying to piece together a mystery. “You all seemed to be getting along at your birthday party. I mean, you seemed comfortable around each other.”
“It’s getting easier,” Hale admitted.
“You get jumpy when you know that you are going to see him. If you haven’t noticed, Moe always makes plans to take you to dinner before a Council Meeting. I think he’s worried that you might not show up if you have to go by yourself.” Ashley drank her shot and gasped. “The second one is always smoother.”
“Finn has done a really good job trying to make me feel welcome, and he always acts friendly in public. He’s just trying to help me find my place here.” Hale finished her drink. He was making her crazy. When he didn’t flirt or touch her, it bothered her, but when he did, it made her yearn for things that she shouldn’t.
“So, in public, Finn acts the perfect gentleman, but when the two of you are alone, it’s different. Like last time, he felt you up.” Jasmine enjoyed dropping that little bombshell, she couldn’t resist adding an evil smile.
“What?” Ashley screeched. “Did it happen again? Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?”
Hale shot Jasmine an exasperated look. “No not another time.”
“Not yet but there’s plenty of time for something to happen,” Jasmine flashed a sweet smile.
“I told you, it wasn’t a big deal.” Hale tried not to raise her voice. This was making her crazy.
“Bullshit. It shook you up. That moment and kiss meant something to you.” The blonde stared her friend down.
“What kind of kiss was it?” Ashley was dying for more info. She bounced up and down in excitement.
Hale threw her hands up and shook her head. “Jeeze, we were arguing. It was an angry kiss, I guess.”
“You two always had sexual chemistry—Finn couldn’t keep his hands off you. I’m not sure that it has gone away.” She gave Hale a measuring look.
“I bet he’s a good kisser.” Ashley kept staring at Hale. “Was there lots of tongue?”
“Finn always knew what he was doing,” Hale admitted, dropping her head. He was an incredible kisser.
“You said he was good in bed.” Jasmine nudged Hale with her foot. “I wonder if after all of these years you would still think so.”
Hale chuckled. “Well, I am more experienced now so, hmmm, I don’t know. I do know that I’m not planning to find out.” Not a chance. No, no, never.
“We’ll see.” Jasmine looked like she knew a secret and it was juicy.
Hale didn’t respond and hoped that would end the conversation. She didn’t deserve another chance with Finn. She had given up her chance at having true love when she had chosen to leave and fix herself.
“Men are too complicated, they claim that they are straight shooters, but they play games. That’s why I’m trying girls, it can’t be any worse.” Ashley played with the bowl of limes, turning it round and round.
“How’s that going?” Hale turned her attention to Ashley.
“Well, I mean dating sucks. But I can tell you all, that women can find my clit and they know what to do with it. They don’t poke at it like a doorbell.”
“That’s the worst. I’m to the point where I just tell the guy, ‘Here watch me, this is what I like’. Some catch on, but some don’t.” Her laughter came out low and throaty. Has to be the tequila loosening my tongue.
“Is it difficult starting over with every new lover? I would think that you would want to hurry through the preliminaries to get to it.” Jasmine shifted to sit Indian style on the sofa.
“Keep in mind that Jasmine has only been with Izzy. She has no idea about the joys of dating, or hooking up.” Hale smiled.
“Really? You’ve only had one guy? I would have thought when you were in college that the guys would have lined up to date you.” Ashley looked Jasmine up and down.
“I commuted to school. I lived at home until I got married,” Jasmine stated.
“Wow that is so old fashioned. Were you a virgin on your wedding night?” Ashley had risen to her knees, very curious.
“I can answer that,” Hale interjected. “No she was not. She waited until she was engaged. Our Jasmine is the last of the Good Girls.”