really bad. I knew Kimmy’s snub had affected him more than he’d led on.
“Just don’t do it again, or we won’t invite you out with us,” Allison snapped, obviously not having the same concern for her brother’s feelings. She picked up an old Us Weekly and began to flip through it.
“I’m really sorry, Tay,” Josh said, ignoring his sister and looking over at me, knowing I was the softer of the two of us. Allison was stubborn and a little unforgiving at times.
“I know you are. It’s cool.” I shrugged like it was no big deal, even though it was a huge deal because his drunkenness had led to him kissing me. “It happens to all of us. You were wasted. At least you didn’t get sick. I love you, but I would not have cleaned up your puke.”
“Yeah, true. I guess it’s better that I just passed out when we got home.”
Huh?
Did he not remember the kiss? Or was he just pretending not to because it was just as embarrassing for him? Well, if that was his tactic, I was in. I was the queen of avoidance, after all.
“Yeah. I know,” I agreed.
From across the room, I could feel Allison’s eyes on me, but I didn’t look at her. She knew all about her brother’s drunken attack on me. I kept my expression placid, as not to alert Josh that anything was amiss, and I hoped Allison would keep her mouth shut too. If we never talked about the kiss, that was fine with me.
But that also meant I couldn’t bring up what he’d said about O’Donnell’s. Oh well, I didn’t know anything about running a bar anyway. It looked like I was going to have to find another job the old fashioned way.
* * *
We decided to have a girls’ night out that night and ended up at Splitsville, which was actually a trendy bowling alley, but their bar area was extensive, they played good music, and it was a good crowd. We never bowled. We just socialized.
That night we commandeered a table, people-watched, and gossiped about our friends who weren’t with us. It was catty, but it was what we did when Allison, Casey and I got together with my sister, who I finally convinced to come out with us and leave Noah at home. I thought about telling them all about Josh’s kiss, but I didn’t really want anyone else to know . It was better to just pretend it never happened.
“How’s your guy?” I asked my sister, as she sucked down a Long Island Iced Tea.
She rolled her eyes. “Irritated, i.e. annoying the shit out of me.”
“Why?” Allison asked, leaning forward to hear more about Taryn’s train wreck of a relationship.
Maybe it was genetic, but she had worse taste in guys than I did. Sure, her boyfriends were usually cute, but they were generally losers.
“He’s in pain. He had surgery on his shoulder two days ago, and now he’s being a giant baby. He’s staying at his parents’ house and letting his mom wait on him hand and foot. I stopped by to see him earlier, and he was being whiney.”
We all knew the backstory. Noah had injured his shoulder playing football at UNC his senior year. He’d been a pretty good player and had been courted by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, but then he’d reinjured the same shoulder in a fight at my sister’s sorority formal. He had to have surgery to have it corrected, and then he was planning to rehab it and walk on with the Bucs the following year, if he could. They hadn’t drafted him out of college, but he still kept in touch with them regularly, and they were interested in him if his shoulder didn’t hold him back from playing at the caliber he did in college.
“Um, so why are you with him?” Casey asked, scrunching up her face in disgust. She had a low tolerance for high maintenance guys.
“He’s really great in bed,” Taryn sighed, and I almost did a spit-take with my beer.
“Is it worth all the drama?” Allison asked.
Taryn shook her head. “ Not really, but when he’s giving me multiple orgasms, I sort of just lose sight of everything else.
“On that note,” I
“Just don’t do it again, or we won’t invite you out with us,” Allison snapped, obviously not having the same concern for her brother’s feelings. She picked up an old Us Weekly and began to flip through it.
“I’m really sorry, Tay,” Josh said, ignoring his sister and looking over at me, knowing I was the softer of the two of us. Allison was stubborn and a little unforgiving at times.
“I know you are. It’s cool.” I shrugged like it was no big deal, even though it was a huge deal because his drunkenness had led to him kissing me. “It happens to all of us. You were wasted. At least you didn’t get sick. I love you, but I would not have cleaned up your puke.”
“Yeah, true. I guess it’s better that I just passed out when we got home.”
Huh?
Did he not remember the kiss? Or was he just pretending not to because it was just as embarrassing for him? Well, if that was his tactic, I was in. I was the queen of avoidance, after all.
“Yeah. I know,” I agreed.
From across the room, I could feel Allison’s eyes on me, but I didn’t look at her. She knew all about her brother’s drunken attack on me. I kept my expression placid, as not to alert Josh that anything was amiss, and I hoped Allison would keep her mouth shut too. If we never talked about the kiss, that was fine with me.
But that also meant I couldn’t bring up what he’d said about O’Donnell’s. Oh well, I didn’t know anything about running a bar anyway. It looked like I was going to have to find another job the old fashioned way.
* * *
We decided to have a girls’ night out that night and ended up at Splitsville, which was actually a trendy bowling alley, but their bar area was extensive, they played good music, and it was a good crowd. We never bowled. We just socialized.
That night we commandeered a table, people-watched, and gossiped about our friends who weren’t with us. It was catty, but it was what we did when Allison, Casey and I got together with my sister, who I finally convinced to come out with us and leave Noah at home. I thought about telling them all about Josh’s kiss, but I didn’t really want anyone else to know . It was better to just pretend it never happened.
“How’s your guy?” I asked my sister, as she sucked down a Long Island Iced Tea.
She rolled her eyes. “Irritated, i.e. annoying the shit out of me.”
“Why?” Allison asked, leaning forward to hear more about Taryn’s train wreck of a relationship.
Maybe it was genetic, but she had worse taste in guys than I did. Sure, her boyfriends were usually cute, but they were generally losers.
“He’s in pain. He had surgery on his shoulder two days ago, and now he’s being a giant baby. He’s staying at his parents’ house and letting his mom wait on him hand and foot. I stopped by to see him earlier, and he was being whiney.”
We all knew the backstory. Noah had injured his shoulder playing football at UNC his senior year. He’d been a pretty good player and had been courted by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, but then he’d reinjured the same shoulder in a fight at my sister’s sorority formal. He had to have surgery to have it corrected, and then he was planning to rehab it and walk on with the Bucs the following year, if he could. They hadn’t drafted him out of college, but he still kept in touch with them regularly, and they were interested in him if his shoulder didn’t hold him back from playing at the caliber he did in college.
“Um, so why are you with him?” Casey asked, scrunching up her face in disgust. She had a low tolerance for high maintenance guys.
“He’s really great in bed,” Taryn sighed, and I almost did a spit-take with my beer.
“Is it worth all the drama?” Allison asked.
Taryn shook her head. “ Not really, but when he’s giving me multiple orgasms, I sort of just lose sight of everything else.
“On that note,” I
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