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him!”
Ness shrugs at me as Abby pulls her up. As she leaves, Ness walks backwards and calls out to me. “Shame, I was looking forward to the poetry.” She turns away again.
I’m not the only male gaze on her beautiful, round ass and undoubtedly not the only male in the room wanting to get her out of that dress. Abby and Ness stop briefly to chat to a group and one of the guys touches Ness on the arm. The jealousy hitting me takes me by surprise. My resolve over not chasing Ness is edged out by the discomfort of seeing another guy’s hands on her; I don’t think forgetting about Ness is a possibility anymore. She’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Chapter 11
NESS
Abby drags me home, and for once I don’t want to leave at the end of one of Abby’s nights out. The tiny part of me that had wished Evan would be at the Union was evidently bigger than I thought, because seeing him again brightened my evening. I hate to admit the fact but it’s true. Maybe because instead of just looking at me as a prospective conquest, he held a conversation with me. Other guys came on to me tonight, and male attention flattered me. But Evan told me he wanted to get to know me. Which puts him in a different box to the one I originally placed him in. I’m confused.
Abby foregoes the ice cream for wine and chips. And yet another viewing of her favorite chick flick. I think that’s her problem, someone forgot to tell her reality isn’t like the movies. I can’t stand to watch the same movie again so I curl up in the sofa, head in a book.
I also think I had one too many vodkas, the words on the page are blurring. I’m reading one of Abby’s romance books. Ridiculous girls, falling for buff men, who can magically give the girl multiple orgasms the first time they get down and dirty. No wonder Abby is delusional.
Abby’s phone rings and I jump out of the book, about to get into the steamy part. She puts down the bag of chips and picks her phone up, licking salt off her fingers as she looks at the screen.
“Bastard.”
She puts it down again. The phone rings out, then starts again. A feeling of déjà vu comes over me. But I doubt Abby will kiss me like Evan did.
“Going to answer that?”
“It’s him. Dick brain.”
“I kind of got that. But if you don’t tell him to stop, he might keep ringing. ” All nigh t .
Abby pulls the blanket up to her neck. “Nope.” She throws the phone at me. “You answer it.”
“You’re not twelve!” I switch the phone off and put it on the table.
An hour later, the doorbell rings. Abby pauses the television and her arm hovers in the air, remote outstretched.
“Abby!” Matt’s voice. Something crashes against the door. Not a fist. Probably his whole body.
I look at frozen Abby. No response. I groan.
“Matt, come on. Let’s go.”
My stomach twists at the sound of Evan’s voice.
“Oh yay, it’s both of them,” says Abby.
One of them hammers on the door. “Abby! Baby! Let me talk to you!”
The banging takes on a rhythmic beat. I can’t stand the noise for longer than a few minutes and give in, open the door. Predictably, Matt falls through the door onto the carpet. Evan hangs behind him, leaning against my car.
“Take him home?” I ask. “I don’t think Abby’s interested.”
“I tried. He’s out of it, refuses to listen.”
“Try harder.”
Evan steps forward into the light of the doorway and pushes past me, the rough cotton of his jacket scraping my face. I catch a hint of Evan’s scent, sending memories of his kiss scattering across my mind.
“Come on, man, you’re not wanted.” Evan grabs Matt’s shirt and pulls him into a sitting position.
Guys frequently say how pathetic girls are after break ups. In my experience, scenes like this occur more with guys than girls. Sure, girls sometimes cry and eat junk food until they’re sick, but in the privacy of their own homes. Pathetic, blubbering messes
Ness shrugs at me as Abby pulls her up. As she leaves, Ness walks backwards and calls out to me. “Shame, I was looking forward to the poetry.” She turns away again.
I’m not the only male gaze on her beautiful, round ass and undoubtedly not the only male in the room wanting to get her out of that dress. Abby and Ness stop briefly to chat to a group and one of the guys touches Ness on the arm. The jealousy hitting me takes me by surprise. My resolve over not chasing Ness is edged out by the discomfort of seeing another guy’s hands on her; I don’t think forgetting about Ness is a possibility anymore. She’s a risk I’m willing to take.
Chapter 11
NESS
Abby drags me home, and for once I don’t want to leave at the end of one of Abby’s nights out. The tiny part of me that had wished Evan would be at the Union was evidently bigger than I thought, because seeing him again brightened my evening. I hate to admit the fact but it’s true. Maybe because instead of just looking at me as a prospective conquest, he held a conversation with me. Other guys came on to me tonight, and male attention flattered me. But Evan told me he wanted to get to know me. Which puts him in a different box to the one I originally placed him in. I’m confused.
Abby foregoes the ice cream for wine and chips. And yet another viewing of her favorite chick flick. I think that’s her problem, someone forgot to tell her reality isn’t like the movies. I can’t stand to watch the same movie again so I curl up in the sofa, head in a book.
I also think I had one too many vodkas, the words on the page are blurring. I’m reading one of Abby’s romance books. Ridiculous girls, falling for buff men, who can magically give the girl multiple orgasms the first time they get down and dirty. No wonder Abby is delusional.
Abby’s phone rings and I jump out of the book, about to get into the steamy part. She puts down the bag of chips and picks her phone up, licking salt off her fingers as she looks at the screen.
“Bastard.”
She puts it down again. The phone rings out, then starts again. A feeling of déjà vu comes over me. But I doubt Abby will kiss me like Evan did.
“Going to answer that?”
“It’s him. Dick brain.”
“I kind of got that. But if you don’t tell him to stop, he might keep ringing. ” All nigh t .
Abby pulls the blanket up to her neck. “Nope.” She throws the phone at me. “You answer it.”
“You’re not twelve!” I switch the phone off and put it on the table.
An hour later, the doorbell rings. Abby pauses the television and her arm hovers in the air, remote outstretched.
“Abby!” Matt’s voice. Something crashes against the door. Not a fist. Probably his whole body.
I look at frozen Abby. No response. I groan.
“Matt, come on. Let’s go.”
My stomach twists at the sound of Evan’s voice.
“Oh yay, it’s both of them,” says Abby.
One of them hammers on the door. “Abby! Baby! Let me talk to you!”
The banging takes on a rhythmic beat. I can’t stand the noise for longer than a few minutes and give in, open the door. Predictably, Matt falls through the door onto the carpet. Evan hangs behind him, leaning against my car.
“Take him home?” I ask. “I don’t think Abby’s interested.”
“I tried. He’s out of it, refuses to listen.”
“Try harder.”
Evan steps forward into the light of the doorway and pushes past me, the rough cotton of his jacket scraping my face. I catch a hint of Evan’s scent, sending memories of his kiss scattering across my mind.
“Come on, man, you’re not wanted.” Evan grabs Matt’s shirt and pulls him into a sitting position.
Guys frequently say how pathetic girls are after break ups. In my experience, scenes like this occur more with guys than girls. Sure, girls sometimes cry and eat junk food until they’re sick, but in the privacy of their own homes. Pathetic, blubbering messes
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