Nerdy (Unexpected Lovers, #2) - J.B. Heller Page 0,7
hung if you’re using your own penis for inspiration.
ME: You’re taking a really long time to respond…
ME: I bet you’re really good at sex. I wish I was getting it as good as the heroine in your book.
ME: My roommate is getting good sex on the regular now, and I’m totally jealous. But don’t tell her I said that, because I’m also crazy happy for her.
ME: I need to find someone to have good sex with.
What the hell am I supposed to say to him now? Heat rushes to my face as I reread the thread over and over again.
Taking a deep breath, I do the only thing I can right now. I text him back with the truth.
ME: I am SO sorry, but I swear that wasn’t me texting you last night. That was copious amounts of wine.
I read Emory’s reply and smile.
It was pretty damn obvious she was drunk last night, which was why I didn’t reply at the time. But I can’t resist the opportunity to mess with her a little.
ME: Really? That’s what you’re going with?
EMORY: It’s the truth! I had no input into that particular line of questioning. It was all my good friend, Sauvignon Blanc. Swear on my favorite book.
I snort to myself, and my sister side-eyes me from the other side of the kitchen counter.
“What’s so funny?” Storm asks with a raised brow.
Grinning, I pass my phone over to her and let her see for herself. Her eyes light with amusement, and her lips curve in a massive smile.
“Oh my god, this is gold.” She chuckles.
Taking a swig of my coffee, I nod. “I know, right?”
Storm hands my phone back and grins. “So, who is Emory anyway?”
“A book blogger. She’s doing a write-up on Drown with Me. It was Calliope’s idea,” I explain.
My sister nods and goes back to making a huge stack of sandwiches for our lunches. “How’s it going? Apart from the obvious drunk-girl questions, that is.”
I shrug. “We only met on Thursday; it didn’t go so well. But we met up again yesterday morning, and it was better. I think she’s a little crazy—definitely borderline eccentric. But I kinda like that about her.”
A new kind of interest shines in my twin’s eyes, and I shut that shit down immediately. “No. Nope, don’t even go there, Storm.”
“What?” she asks as fake innocence blankets her features.
I narrow my gaze into a glare. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not going to happen.”
She widens her eyes at me. “I have no idea what you’re going on about.”
My lips raise in a smile; I can’t help it. “You’re mental, you know that?”
Storm bursts out laughing. “I just want you to be happy. What’s so wrong with that?”
“I am happy,” I tell her. “I don’t need a girlfriend to accomplish that.”
“I never said you did. But it wouldn’t hurt either. At the very least, it wouldn’t kill you to start dating again,” she says. “It’s been over six months since you and Jayla broke up. She told me she’s bringing a plus-one to the wedding…”
This little tidbit gives me pause. Jayla’s bringing someone to the wedding? “Who?” I ask.
Storm shrugs and pops a piece of cucumber in her mouth. She chews slowly—too slowly.
“Storm,” I grumble.
“Fine,” she huffs. “She’s bringing Jordan.”
My eyes widen. “As in that guy at her firm that used to follow her around like a total creeper? The one she used to complain about on the regular? That Jordan?”
Storm chuckles and nods. “The one and the same.”
“Okay, well, good for her,” I say.
“The wedding is only a month away, Seb. I need to get the numbers to the caterers this week, so if you’re going to bring someone, I kinda need to know sooner rather than later.”
I nod. “I know. I’ll think about it. Okay?”
Storm smiles. “Thank you. And who knows? Maybe seeing you with someone else might give Jayla the kick up the ass she needs to realize what a catch you are.”
“I honestly don’t give a shit what she thinks of me anymore,” I say. And I mean it. She made her choice, and I made mine. I have zero regrets.
“Baaaaaaaash,” Everly calls from the living room.
Storm grins and waves me off. “You better go see what she wants before she comes and gets you.”
An hour passes before I’m done helping Ever with her dollhouse, and we’ve had lunch, and I can finally text Emory back. I’m kicking back on my bed, ankles crossed, ready to see how far I