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Authors: Liz Reinhardt, Steph Campbell
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gravy-soaked, mozzarella-coated glory. She pops them in her mouth and does that distractingly sexy eat-moan-and-close-her-eyes combo.
If she’s eating and enjoying her food that much, she can’t be all that upset.
Right?
As soon as she’s a few bites in, she seems to relax a little. She glances up from under thick, dark lashes and says, “Look. I know...I know that what I’m telling you about that night sounds all ‘woe is me.’ And it was. Back then. Especially when you were, um, standing there with Danielle Levy wrapped around you like a pretzel. That wasn’t easy.”
Danielle Levy.
Danielle. Oh. I remember Danielle.
I’d be pretty surprised if any guy from my graduating class didn’t remember Danielle Levy and her super tight jeans and her almost nonexistent skirts. She was all curves before we even understood how good curves could be, and she had these distractingly sexy legs that she used to cross and uncross over and over during civics.
I still don’t know dick about the electoral college, but I remember every inch of Danielle Levy’s legs.
I also remember, suddenly, that Danielle was at Jagger’s and that she backed me into a room and started kissing me.
And then I remember her whispering all kinds of crazy hot things that made swallowing incredibly difficult.
And I remember her kissing down my chest, pieces of loose hair caught in the buttons on my shirt until her breath was hot over my dick, and my mind was in a thousand places.
I pushed her away, because I wasn’t always particularly good to Toni, but I was never a cheater.
Danielle pawed at me for a while, but I eventually got untangled, stumbled away, and passed out in one of Jagger’s back rooms, on the floor, cradling the cool glass of my empty liquor bottle.
I didn’t think about Toni that night, other than that one second I decided not to cheat.
Honestly, I didn’t give her a lot of thought during my sober moments, let alone when I was drunk. Hell, I didn’t give her a ton of thought when I was on a date with her. Toni was, for me, always there but never really all that noticeable.
And I guess I didn’t notice that night when she was trying to take it to the next level, and I was ignoring her and getting sexed up by Danielle.
“You broke up with me after that night.” I rub a hand over my face.
The break-up wasn’t exactly a huge shock. I was a pretty shitty boyfriend, after all. But it did seem like it came out of nowhere. I figured she finally just wised up and decided to move on.
She chews on her fries and shrugs. “It was a real turning point for me. I stopped chasing guys who had no interest in me.”
“I was an idiot for not being more interested in you,” I lament.
“Yeah. You definitely were.” She pushes the plate my way, and I scoop up some fries reluctantly, regret and self-disgust kind of destroying my appetite. “But I didn’t come here and tell you all this to make you feel like shit.” When I raise an eyebrow at her, she laughs. “Honestly. I swear.”
“So, what was the point of all this, then?”
I dip my fries in gravy and take a salty bite, half hoping she’ll tell me that the point is that the only thing that could make her feel better would be her and me in the backseat of her car or, better yet, her apartment.
“Well, I was just going to send you a letter or an email or whatever.” She sits up straighter and shakes her hair out of her eyes. “I actually have a draft of half an email in my inbox right now, but I could never get it to come out right. And I guess it was better to actually see you and...” She clears her throat. “And it wasn’t totally awful to kiss you again. I’m about to accept a study abroad opportunity, and my New Year’s resolution is to take every negative I’ve been hanging onto up to this point and make my peace with all of them.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I’m one of your negatives, Toni.” I drum my fingers on the edge of the
If she’s eating and enjoying her food that much, she can’t be all that upset.
Right?
As soon as she’s a few bites in, she seems to relax a little. She glances up from under thick, dark lashes and says, “Look. I know...I know that what I’m telling you about that night sounds all ‘woe is me.’ And it was. Back then. Especially when you were, um, standing there with Danielle Levy wrapped around you like a pretzel. That wasn’t easy.”
Danielle Levy.
Danielle. Oh. I remember Danielle.
I’d be pretty surprised if any guy from my graduating class didn’t remember Danielle Levy and her super tight jeans and her almost nonexistent skirts. She was all curves before we even understood how good curves could be, and she had these distractingly sexy legs that she used to cross and uncross over and over during civics.
I still don’t know dick about the electoral college, but I remember every inch of Danielle Levy’s legs.
I also remember, suddenly, that Danielle was at Jagger’s and that she backed me into a room and started kissing me.
And then I remember her whispering all kinds of crazy hot things that made swallowing incredibly difficult.
And I remember her kissing down my chest, pieces of loose hair caught in the buttons on my shirt until her breath was hot over my dick, and my mind was in a thousand places.
I pushed her away, because I wasn’t always particularly good to Toni, but I was never a cheater.
Danielle pawed at me for a while, but I eventually got untangled, stumbled away, and passed out in one of Jagger’s back rooms, on the floor, cradling the cool glass of my empty liquor bottle.
I didn’t think about Toni that night, other than that one second I decided not to cheat.
Honestly, I didn’t give her a lot of thought during my sober moments, let alone when I was drunk. Hell, I didn’t give her a ton of thought when I was on a date with her. Toni was, for me, always there but never really all that noticeable.
And I guess I didn’t notice that night when she was trying to take it to the next level, and I was ignoring her and getting sexed up by Danielle.
“You broke up with me after that night.” I rub a hand over my face.
The break-up wasn’t exactly a huge shock. I was a pretty shitty boyfriend, after all. But it did seem like it came out of nowhere. I figured she finally just wised up and decided to move on.
She chews on her fries and shrugs. “It was a real turning point for me. I stopped chasing guys who had no interest in me.”
“I was an idiot for not being more interested in you,” I lament.
“Yeah. You definitely were.” She pushes the plate my way, and I scoop up some fries reluctantly, regret and self-disgust kind of destroying my appetite. “But I didn’t come here and tell you all this to make you feel like shit.” When I raise an eyebrow at her, she laughs. “Honestly. I swear.”
“So, what was the point of all this, then?”
I dip my fries in gravy and take a salty bite, half hoping she’ll tell me that the point is that the only thing that could make her feel better would be her and me in the backseat of her car or, better yet, her apartment.
“Well, I was just going to send you a letter or an email or whatever.” She sits up straighter and shakes her hair out of her eyes. “I actually have a draft of half an email in my inbox right now, but I could never get it to come out right. And I guess it was better to actually see you and...” She clears her throat. “And it wasn’t totally awful to kiss you again. I’m about to accept a study abroad opportunity, and my New Year’s resolution is to take every negative I’ve been hanging onto up to this point and make my peace with all of them.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I’m one of your negatives, Toni.” I drum my fingers on the edge of the
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