okay to start dating again. You want nothing more to do with Captain Cockwaffle—”
I laugh. “Cockwaffle? Where do you come up with this shit?”
“It just comes to me. I’m gifted like that,” she says.
I laugh again.
“Stop interrupting me!”
“Sorry, sorry,” I say, trying to suppress my laughter.
She gives me a look, but she doesn’t say anything. “Anyway, don’t give that motherfucker the satisfaction of you passing up on something good just because you finally kicked that asshat to the curb a year too late.”
“We were only together for a year.”
“Exactly, but that’s not the point. The point is that you need to give Jed a shot.”
“Why?”
She breathes deeply and then speaks softly, “You’re a beautiful, smart, unique woman, and you deserve happiness. I’m not telling you that Jed is your Mr. Right, but I am telling you that you won’t know if you don’t try. If you don’t give him a shot, you’ll always wonder what could have been.”
I take a second to absorb what she said, and I know she’s right. There shouldn’t be a set time limit, and I won’t know if I don’t try, but I’m still scared that he could wreck me.
“He did seem like a good guy,” Aaron says.
Jared grumbles about needing another beer, and he leaves the couch, heading to the kitchen.
“How do you know?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. He was cool to talk to, and he was nice enough to drive your ass around.”
“Maybe,” I concede quietly. “But I haven’t heard from him since, so he’s probably not even that interested.”
“Oh, he was definitely interested,” Aaron says.
I raise my eyebrow.
He continues, “Trust me. He wants you.”
“Then, why hasn’t he tried to talk to me again?”
“Relax. You’re a busy woman, and it’s only been a week. I’d bet my house that you see him again by next Friday.”
I sigh and look at my friends as I consider what they said.
I want Jed. I want to get to know him, and I want to lick him all over. It’s just one date, right? I’m just so scared. What if he breaks my heart? But what if he doesn’t?
A slow smile spreads across Shannon’s face. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll run him over with Chad’s truck if he turns out to be an asshole.”
I burst out laughing, and I feel my twitchy body relax now that my decision is made. “All right. If I see him again and if he’s still interested, I’ll give him a shot.”
“You going to stalk the pizza chick again tonight?” my brother—Zach, short for Zachariah—asks when he comes over with beer for some Sunday football.
I groan. “Shut the fuck up.”
I never should have said anything to my brother. I should have known he’d be a jackass about me trying to run into Anna. I’ve been down to the pizza shop four times this week, but I haven’t laid eyes on that pretty little ass. I don’t know if she’s avoiding me or if I just suck with timing, but it’s fucking annoying. I probably would be down there if I didn’t know the shop was closed on Sundays.
“What’s your obsession anyway? So, she’s hot. It’s not like you’ve never dated a hot chick before.”
“I don’t know.” I blow out a harsh breath. “She’s got a killer body—tight round ass, perfect tits, and a beautiful face.” I shrug. “And she’s not a stuck-up bitch. She’s funny and cute.” I sigh because I know I’m about to sound like a pussy. “There’s just something about her. You know I’m looking to settle down, and I think she has potential. Plus, she cooks, and I love food.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I still don’t understand why you want to shackle yourself down.”
I roll my eyes. “Not everyone wants to stick his dick in everything with a pair of tits.”
“Why not?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s too much work.”
“It’s not work.”
“It is to me. Taking a new chick out every weekend, playing games and shit—it’s all too much
I laugh. “Cockwaffle? Where do you come up with this shit?”
“It just comes to me. I’m gifted like that,” she says.
I laugh again.
“Stop interrupting me!”
“Sorry, sorry,” I say, trying to suppress my laughter.
She gives me a look, but she doesn’t say anything. “Anyway, don’t give that motherfucker the satisfaction of you passing up on something good just because you finally kicked that asshat to the curb a year too late.”
“We were only together for a year.”
“Exactly, but that’s not the point. The point is that you need to give Jed a shot.”
“Why?”
She breathes deeply and then speaks softly, “You’re a beautiful, smart, unique woman, and you deserve happiness. I’m not telling you that Jed is your Mr. Right, but I am telling you that you won’t know if you don’t try. If you don’t give him a shot, you’ll always wonder what could have been.”
I take a second to absorb what she said, and I know she’s right. There shouldn’t be a set time limit, and I won’t know if I don’t try, but I’m still scared that he could wreck me.
“He did seem like a good guy,” Aaron says.
Jared grumbles about needing another beer, and he leaves the couch, heading to the kitchen.
“How do you know?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. He was cool to talk to, and he was nice enough to drive your ass around.”
“Maybe,” I concede quietly. “But I haven’t heard from him since, so he’s probably not even that interested.”
“Oh, he was definitely interested,” Aaron says.
I raise my eyebrow.
He continues, “Trust me. He wants you.”
“Then, why hasn’t he tried to talk to me again?”
“Relax. You’re a busy woman, and it’s only been a week. I’d bet my house that you see him again by next Friday.”
I sigh and look at my friends as I consider what they said.
I want Jed. I want to get to know him, and I want to lick him all over. It’s just one date, right? I’m just so scared. What if he breaks my heart? But what if he doesn’t?
A slow smile spreads across Shannon’s face. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll run him over with Chad’s truck if he turns out to be an asshole.”
I burst out laughing, and I feel my twitchy body relax now that my decision is made. “All right. If I see him again and if he’s still interested, I’ll give him a shot.”
“You going to stalk the pizza chick again tonight?” my brother—Zach, short for Zachariah—asks when he comes over with beer for some Sunday football.
I groan. “Shut the fuck up.”
I never should have said anything to my brother. I should have known he’d be a jackass about me trying to run into Anna. I’ve been down to the pizza shop four times this week, but I haven’t laid eyes on that pretty little ass. I don’t know if she’s avoiding me or if I just suck with timing, but it’s fucking annoying. I probably would be down there if I didn’t know the shop was closed on Sundays.
“What’s your obsession anyway? So, she’s hot. It’s not like you’ve never dated a hot chick before.”
“I don’t know.” I blow out a harsh breath. “She’s got a killer body—tight round ass, perfect tits, and a beautiful face.” I shrug. “And she’s not a stuck-up bitch. She’s funny and cute.” I sigh because I know I’m about to sound like a pussy. “There’s just something about her. You know I’m looking to settle down, and I think she has potential. Plus, she cooks, and I love food.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “I still don’t understand why you want to shackle yourself down.”
I roll my eyes. “Not everyone wants to stick his dick in everything with a pair of tits.”
“Why not?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s too much work.”
“It’s not work.”
“It is to me. Taking a new chick out every weekend, playing games and shit—it’s all too much
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