she grumbles, “Hold on, hold on. Jeez. I’m not even done eating yet.” Rather impressively she shovels the rest of her breakfast into her mouth before setting her tray down by the garbage can.
As we push through the wide glass cafeteria doors, she says in a voice that is all but bursting, “So I’m seeing Austin again tonight.” Grinning, her eyes practically dance with glee. “I seriously like him.” She grabs my arm, squeezing it as we continue walking along one of the cement pathways that wind their way through campus. Even though the weather has grown cold, the bright sunlight cuts through some of the mid-September chill. She leans towards me before saying, “Just in case you were wondering- yes, he’s absolutely amazing in bed. And he knows exactly what to do with his tongue. Which, I’m not going to lie, is a huge plus in his favor.”
“Actually I wasn’t wondering about that at all.” Laughing, I shake my head. “But thanks for the overshare.”
“Which part was overshare? The sleeping together part or the amazing ways he uses that tongue of his?”
I wince, praying I can keep the visual at bay. “All of it!”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, that’s hardly too much information.”
“Ahh, yeah, Brook, it is. That’s actually the very definition of TMI.”
“It’s not like I told you about how he-”
This time, I none-too-gently slap a hand over her mouth to stop her from speaking. “TMI, Brook, TMI.”
After a moment or two, I remove my hand from her sulky face. “You’re such a buzzkill.”
“If not wanting to hear all the gory details of your sexcapades makes me a buzzkill, then so be it.”
I can’t help the small smile that tugs up the corners of my mouth. This is one of the things I genuinely like about Brooklyn. No, not hearing about her sex life- which she is always way too generous with in regards to details, but just that she’s so light and sunny and fun. I enjoy being around her even though she’s in perpetual motion. Which can be exhausting. But it’s a good kind of exhausting. And most the time, it allows me to escape from myself and that’s almost always a good thing.
“Well, he seems nice.” Although I can’t exactly say I spoke with him because Brooklyn had pretty much been sucking the very life out of his face the entire time we’d been in the lobby last night.
She clenches my arm again. “Oh! Maybe we can all go out sometime.” Her eyes slide to mine in speculation. Yeah, I don’t like that look one damn bit. Because that kind of look usually means trouble for me.
“All go out?” All who? That’s when the all who hits me.
“You know- you, me, Austin and Cole,” she says this as if I’m too dense for words.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turn towards her. The people walking directly behind us grumble as they weave their way around us. “No,” something inside my belly dips as I shake my head, “that’s not a good idea.” In fact, after last night, it’s a freaking terrible idea. I don’t need a pity date. In fact, I don’t want a date at all. My life had been a lot less complicated before Cole had shoved his way into it.
“Why not?” She hooks an arm around my shoulder as we continue walking again. “You need to get more of a social life and I’m going to help you out with that.”
“Who says I need more of a social life?” Pulling my sunglasses off the top of my head, I settle them on my face.
She rolls her eyes. “Umm, me. That’s who. Seriously, Cass, you can loosen up without getting completely shitfaced and dancing naked on top of the table. It’s okay to let your guard down every once and a while and enjoy yourself. Go out with a couple of guys, have some fun.” She grins before wiggling her eyebrows. “Experiment. Play the field a bit.” Then her look turns naughty. “Find someone with a really
As we push through the wide glass cafeteria doors, she says in a voice that is all but bursting, “So I’m seeing Austin again tonight.” Grinning, her eyes practically dance with glee. “I seriously like him.” She grabs my arm, squeezing it as we continue walking along one of the cement pathways that wind their way through campus. Even though the weather has grown cold, the bright sunlight cuts through some of the mid-September chill. She leans towards me before saying, “Just in case you were wondering- yes, he’s absolutely amazing in bed. And he knows exactly what to do with his tongue. Which, I’m not going to lie, is a huge plus in his favor.”
“Actually I wasn’t wondering about that at all.” Laughing, I shake my head. “But thanks for the overshare.”
“Which part was overshare? The sleeping together part or the amazing ways he uses that tongue of his?”
I wince, praying I can keep the visual at bay. “All of it!”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, that’s hardly too much information.”
“Ahh, yeah, Brook, it is. That’s actually the very definition of TMI.”
“It’s not like I told you about how he-”
This time, I none-too-gently slap a hand over her mouth to stop her from speaking. “TMI, Brook, TMI.”
After a moment or two, I remove my hand from her sulky face. “You’re such a buzzkill.”
“If not wanting to hear all the gory details of your sexcapades makes me a buzzkill, then so be it.”
I can’t help the small smile that tugs up the corners of my mouth. This is one of the things I genuinely like about Brooklyn. No, not hearing about her sex life- which she is always way too generous with in regards to details, but just that she’s so light and sunny and fun. I enjoy being around her even though she’s in perpetual motion. Which can be exhausting. But it’s a good kind of exhausting. And most the time, it allows me to escape from myself and that’s almost always a good thing.
“Well, he seems nice.” Although I can’t exactly say I spoke with him because Brooklyn had pretty much been sucking the very life out of his face the entire time we’d been in the lobby last night.
She clenches my arm again. “Oh! Maybe we can all go out sometime.” Her eyes slide to mine in speculation. Yeah, I don’t like that look one damn bit. Because that kind of look usually means trouble for me.
“All go out?” All who? That’s when the all who hits me.
“You know- you, me, Austin and Cole,” she says this as if I’m too dense for words.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I turn towards her. The people walking directly behind us grumble as they weave their way around us. “No,” something inside my belly dips as I shake my head, “that’s not a good idea.” In fact, after last night, it’s a freaking terrible idea. I don’t need a pity date. In fact, I don’t want a date at all. My life had been a lot less complicated before Cole had shoved his way into it.
“Why not?” She hooks an arm around my shoulder as we continue walking again. “You need to get more of a social life and I’m going to help you out with that.”
“Who says I need more of a social life?” Pulling my sunglasses off the top of my head, I settle them on my face.
She rolls her eyes. “Umm, me. That’s who. Seriously, Cass, you can loosen up without getting completely shitfaced and dancing naked on top of the table. It’s okay to let your guard down every once and a while and enjoy yourself. Go out with a couple of guys, have some fun.” She grins before wiggling her eyebrows. “Experiment. Play the field a bit.” Then her look turns naughty. “Find someone with a really
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