way to me.
Speedily throwing the burnt spoon and the baggie of drugs into the trashcan under the sink on my way past, I take a quick survey of the kitchen. Nothing else seems out of place; I can’t find any incriminating signs of what happened in here. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I intercept my little brother just before he turns into the kitchen.
With my hands under his underarms, I lift him into the air and settle him on my right hip.
“Was that Cathy?” he enquires in a weary tone.
“Yeah, it was. But don’t worry, she’s gone to bed now.”
“I wish you were my mom,” he rubs his eyes as he speaks. Swallowing the lump that’s taken up residence in my throat, I kiss his forehead.
“Me too, bucko. Me too.”
***
“I want all the deets. Glorious, glorious details,” Amy takes a sip of her coffee and hits me with inquisitive gaze. “Was the sex hot? Is he hung? I bet you he’s hung.”
Tiredness lingers within me. I couldn’t get back to sleep after Cooper and I went back to bed so Amy’s exuberance is the last thing I need. Unfortunately, there was no escaping her after she turned up on our doorstep just after nine this morning declaring that Cooper and her son, Max, needed a playdate today. Rolling my eyes at her transparent excuse, I let them in before making coffee for the pair of us.
“Nothing happened,” I shrug. “Nate’s okay, but I’m not sleeping with him.”
Clapping her hands together, she throws her head back and laughs. I wait her out, knowing that she’s going to have something to say about my lack of action last night.
“Nate’s more than okay. He’s divine. Please tell me, you at least fucked the hottie with the eyebrow ring?”
Shaking my head, I grin at the annoyance that covers her pretty face. “Nope. I didn’t fuck anyone last night.”
“There’s a story. I can tell.” Amy picks up her mug again and stares at me over the rim. Understanding washes over her face after a moment. “The ice queen met someone?”
I ignore her, focusing my attention on draining every drop of coffee from my cup. Standing, I move to the sink and rinse it before stashing it in the dishwasher.
“You did!”
She comes to stand next to me. “Tell me what happened. Did he not meet your standards? Does he have a girlfriend?”
Leaning back against the counter, I grimace. The last thing I want to do is rehash what happened with Hooligan last night, however, Amy might just be the person I need to talk to. Zali’s no help, and it’s not like I have an enormous group of girlfriends to draw on.
“I don’t know if he has a girlfriend. All I know is, I didn’t meet his standards.”
“The man’s an idiot then,” she declares, raising her hands in the air. “Plenty more fish in the sea.”
Moving back to the dining table, I wait for her to sit down again as well. Once she’s comfortable, I fill her in on the initial rush that overcame me when I saw Hooligan and the connection that I thought I saw in his eyes until he dismissed me like I’m trash.
“The way he looked at me made me feel dirty. I’ve never been ashamed of how many men I’ve slept with before or the way I dress but he made me feel like a slut with one look.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve slept with, what? Ten, eleven men?”
“Nine.” I correct her, then smirk as I correct myself. “And two chicks. So yeah, eleven.”
“The chicks don’t count. That’s not sex, that’s experimentation.” Amy laughs before continuing soberly. “Honestly, that’s fuck all in the scheme of things. So, who cares what some guy thinks?”
“I do,” I bite down on my bottom lip, the same feelings that gathered when Hooligan dismissed me taking hold again. “Nine’s a lot for someone who’s only been having sex for a year.”
She shakes her head at me, the cross expression that’s covering her face telegraphing her displeasure with me. “Do you think I’m a slut because I’ve slept with over twenty
Speedily throwing the burnt spoon and the baggie of drugs into the trashcan under the sink on my way past, I take a quick survey of the kitchen. Nothing else seems out of place; I can’t find any incriminating signs of what happened in here. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I intercept my little brother just before he turns into the kitchen.
With my hands under his underarms, I lift him into the air and settle him on my right hip.
“Was that Cathy?” he enquires in a weary tone.
“Yeah, it was. But don’t worry, she’s gone to bed now.”
“I wish you were my mom,” he rubs his eyes as he speaks. Swallowing the lump that’s taken up residence in my throat, I kiss his forehead.
“Me too, bucko. Me too.”
***
“I want all the deets. Glorious, glorious details,” Amy takes a sip of her coffee and hits me with inquisitive gaze. “Was the sex hot? Is he hung? I bet you he’s hung.”
Tiredness lingers within me. I couldn’t get back to sleep after Cooper and I went back to bed so Amy’s exuberance is the last thing I need. Unfortunately, there was no escaping her after she turned up on our doorstep just after nine this morning declaring that Cooper and her son, Max, needed a playdate today. Rolling my eyes at her transparent excuse, I let them in before making coffee for the pair of us.
“Nothing happened,” I shrug. “Nate’s okay, but I’m not sleeping with him.”
Clapping her hands together, she throws her head back and laughs. I wait her out, knowing that she’s going to have something to say about my lack of action last night.
“Nate’s more than okay. He’s divine. Please tell me, you at least fucked the hottie with the eyebrow ring?”
Shaking my head, I grin at the annoyance that covers her pretty face. “Nope. I didn’t fuck anyone last night.”
“There’s a story. I can tell.” Amy picks up her mug again and stares at me over the rim. Understanding washes over her face after a moment. “The ice queen met someone?”
I ignore her, focusing my attention on draining every drop of coffee from my cup. Standing, I move to the sink and rinse it before stashing it in the dishwasher.
“You did!”
She comes to stand next to me. “Tell me what happened. Did he not meet your standards? Does he have a girlfriend?”
Leaning back against the counter, I grimace. The last thing I want to do is rehash what happened with Hooligan last night, however, Amy might just be the person I need to talk to. Zali’s no help, and it’s not like I have an enormous group of girlfriends to draw on.
“I don’t know if he has a girlfriend. All I know is, I didn’t meet his standards.”
“The man’s an idiot then,” she declares, raising her hands in the air. “Plenty more fish in the sea.”
Moving back to the dining table, I wait for her to sit down again as well. Once she’s comfortable, I fill her in on the initial rush that overcame me when I saw Hooligan and the connection that I thought I saw in his eyes until he dismissed me like I’m trash.
“The way he looked at me made me feel dirty. I’ve never been ashamed of how many men I’ve slept with before or the way I dress but he made me feel like a slut with one look.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve slept with, what? Ten, eleven men?”
“Nine.” I correct her, then smirk as I correct myself. “And two chicks. So yeah, eleven.”
“The chicks don’t count. That’s not sex, that’s experimentation.” Amy laughs before continuing soberly. “Honestly, that’s fuck all in the scheme of things. So, who cares what some guy thinks?”
“I do,” I bite down on my bottom lip, the same feelings that gathered when Hooligan dismissed me taking hold again. “Nine’s a lot for someone who’s only been having sex for a year.”
She shakes her head at me, the cross expression that’s covering her face telegraphing her displeasure with me. “Do you think I’m a slut because I’ve slept with over twenty
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