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Authors: Celia Aaron, Sloane Howell
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wasn’t bluffing. Boundaries were not Nikki’s forte.
I turned my back on her and adjusted the nobs again as the water cooled. I didn’t want to discuss Easton. That topic was closed as far as I was concerned. I’d been shanghaied into the double date the night before, and even though I’d gotten hot and heavy with Easton. It was a mistake.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I think you and Easton would be good together.”
“No.” I rinsed my hair, the water flowing past my ears and blocking out her voice. I wasn’t ready. Even though it had been two years, I wasn’t over it.
“Did you hear any of what I just said?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me through the glass.
“Some of it?”
“No you didn’t. I said that you and Easton have an obvious chemistry and it would be a good idea for you to let him put his dick in you. Maybe play just the tip if you’re feeling skittish.”
“Nikki, I’m not going to sleep with a player. Last night was a momentary lapse. You know why. So drop it.” I conditioned my hair and tried not to think of Easton, but Nikki was having none of it.
“It’s been two years, babe. You have to get out there again.” Her voice was quieter, concern lacing through the words. “I hate to see you passing up having a relationship because of that douche-nozzle. He’s gone. Good riddance. It was hard, but you’re better off without him.”
Everything she said was true. But there was still a place inside me, a secret place, where I stored up all the hurt he’d caused, all the humiliation, all the loneliness. It was like a lockbox, but I’d gotten so used to carrying the weight around inside me, I didn’t know what I’d do if I threw it overboard. Would I sink right along with it?
I turned the water off and slid my towel from the rack. Stepping out of the shower, I shook my hair and laughed as Nikki held her hands up and ran back to my bedroom. She jumped on the bed and rolled to the far side. I followed her and plopped down next to her, not caring I was getting my comforter all wet.
“I hear what you’re saying. I know, okay? I know it’s been two years. I just…”
She turned over and faced me, propping her head on her hand. “You have to let it go. It’s time to move on. And Easton isn’t him. Just because he’s a baseball player doesn’t mean he’s a fucking prick. Understand?”
“I don’t know.”
She ran the back of her hand down my cheek. It was a particular quirk of hers. Intimate and comforting, I’d only ever seen her do it with me and her little sister. “I do know. And it’s time for you to suck it up, buttercup. Nothing wrong with being a cleat chaser like me.”
“Nothing wrong, per se, but chasing after boys in tight pants hasn’t exactly worked out well for me.” I pretended I was going to bite her finger.
She laughed. “Well, in that case, Easton is perfect for you since he’s the one doing the chasing.” She grinned, her eyes lighting up. “What did you two do last night while Braden and I were otherwise occupied?”
“Nothing.” I turned to look out the window, the sun already getting high.
“Liar. Tell me.”
My cheeks flushed. “Nothing.”
She rolled to her stomach and rested her chin on her hands, staring at me eagerly. “Tell me what happened or I swear by all that is holy I’ll tell you every explicit detail of how Braden fucked me until I couldn’t walk straight.”
I covered my face with my hands. “You are the worst.” And then I spilled. It was the only way to avoid hearing an inch-by-inch description of Braden’s dick.
“So no actual p in v then?”
“No, just f in v.” I wiggled my fingers.
“I got t in v.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“You win.” I shook my head and caught a glimpse of my phone on the nightstand. The notification light was blinking.
I picked it up and swiped across the screen. There were four messages—all from a strange
I turned my back on her and adjusted the nobs again as the water cooled. I didn’t want to discuss Easton. That topic was closed as far as I was concerned. I’d been shanghaied into the double date the night before, and even though I’d gotten hot and heavy with Easton. It was a mistake.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I think you and Easton would be good together.”
“No.” I rinsed my hair, the water flowing past my ears and blocking out her voice. I wasn’t ready. Even though it had been two years, I wasn’t over it.
“Did you hear any of what I just said?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me through the glass.
“Some of it?”
“No you didn’t. I said that you and Easton have an obvious chemistry and it would be a good idea for you to let him put his dick in you. Maybe play just the tip if you’re feeling skittish.”
“Nikki, I’m not going to sleep with a player. Last night was a momentary lapse. You know why. So drop it.” I conditioned my hair and tried not to think of Easton, but Nikki was having none of it.
“It’s been two years, babe. You have to get out there again.” Her voice was quieter, concern lacing through the words. “I hate to see you passing up having a relationship because of that douche-nozzle. He’s gone. Good riddance. It was hard, but you’re better off without him.”
Everything she said was true. But there was still a place inside me, a secret place, where I stored up all the hurt he’d caused, all the humiliation, all the loneliness. It was like a lockbox, but I’d gotten so used to carrying the weight around inside me, I didn’t know what I’d do if I threw it overboard. Would I sink right along with it?
I turned the water off and slid my towel from the rack. Stepping out of the shower, I shook my hair and laughed as Nikki held her hands up and ran back to my bedroom. She jumped on the bed and rolled to the far side. I followed her and plopped down next to her, not caring I was getting my comforter all wet.
“I hear what you’re saying. I know, okay? I know it’s been two years. I just…”
She turned over and faced me, propping her head on her hand. “You have to let it go. It’s time to move on. And Easton isn’t him. Just because he’s a baseball player doesn’t mean he’s a fucking prick. Understand?”
“I don’t know.”
She ran the back of her hand down my cheek. It was a particular quirk of hers. Intimate and comforting, I’d only ever seen her do it with me and her little sister. “I do know. And it’s time for you to suck it up, buttercup. Nothing wrong with being a cleat chaser like me.”
“Nothing wrong, per se, but chasing after boys in tight pants hasn’t exactly worked out well for me.” I pretended I was going to bite her finger.
She laughed. “Well, in that case, Easton is perfect for you since he’s the one doing the chasing.” She grinned, her eyes lighting up. “What did you two do last night while Braden and I were otherwise occupied?”
“Nothing.” I turned to look out the window, the sun already getting high.
“Liar. Tell me.”
My cheeks flushed. “Nothing.”
She rolled to her stomach and rested her chin on her hands, staring at me eagerly. “Tell me what happened or I swear by all that is holy I’ll tell you every explicit detail of how Braden fucked me until I couldn’t walk straight.”
I covered my face with my hands. “You are the worst.” And then I spilled. It was the only way to avoid hearing an inch-by-inch description of Braden’s dick.
“So no actual p in v then?”
“No, just f in v.” I wiggled my fingers.
“I got t in v.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“You win.” I shook my head and caught a glimpse of my phone on the nightstand. The notification light was blinking.
I picked it up and swiped across the screen. There were four messages—all from a strange
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