Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Because you were a child, Chloe, it wasn’t your job to deal with her.”
“I guess.” She unfolds her legs and sets her feet on the floor, then crosses one leg over the other. “But I had Everly, so it was fine. She always included me. I even went on a few vacations with her family.”
I guess Everly isn’t a total menace, though it pains me to even mentally admit it.
“And even though she comes across a little strong,” Chloe continues, “Everly was a good kid. We really didn’t get into much trouble. She was the outgoing one though for sure. She kinda dragged me along on her adventures, but like I said, it was good for me or I’d have stayed in my comfort zone forever, you know?”
“Sure. Sometimes you need a little push.”
“Exactly. Like I’d probably still be a virgin if it wasn’t for Everly.”
“You had a threesome with Everly?”
“What? Oh, my God, no!” She’s flustered. “No! I meant—you know what I meant.”
I do know. I flash her a grin. “But you’ve had sex?”
“I’ve had sex!” she protests. “I’ve totally had it. I have.” She pulls one knee up to the seat and tucks it against her chest before crossing her arms around her bent knee and glancing back at me.
“Okay,” I respond, cautious.
“It was okay or whatever.”
Okay or whatever. Okay or whatever? I tap my index finger against the steering wheel for a second, unsure how to proceed on that without making her clam up.
“So what’s with the Sex for Dummies book? It’s been a while? It’s like riding a bike, Chloe. It comes back to you. Just get back on the horse, so to speak.” Jesus fuck. Shut up, you idiot.
She gnaws at her lower lip for a few seconds before responding. “I guess.”
I flash a grin at her. “Or are you needing basic instructions?”
“I have the basics, thank you.” I don’t think she’s going to say anything more, but then she continues. “Everly keeps telling me I just need someone who knows what they’re doing, but I think it’s me. You know? So I thought studying might help. I tried watching porn, but like…” She trails off.
“Like what?” I ask, while my dick tells me to shut the fuck up. He wants to focus on the image of Chloe watching porn.
“Like those people already like each other,” she says, drumming her fingers against her bent knee. “Really like each other, right? They skip past all the weird stuff.”
“What’s the weird stuff?”
“For starters, do I ask him to come inside?”
I glance over at her, brow raised.
She slaps a hand over her eyes. “My house!” she clarifies. “Do I ask him to come inside my house? Or do I wait for him to bring it up? How close do I sit next to him? How obvious am I supposed to make it that I like him? Do I invite him to spend the night? Wait for him to make a move? Like, how do you know you’re both on the same page? Maybe one of you is thinking you’re about to have hot amazing sex and the other one of you is thinking about nachos.” She sighs. “The dating transition from college to adulthood isn’t easy. And I wasn’t great at it in college. I get anxious in social settings.”
“Chloe, promise me you won’t repeat what I’m about to tell you.”
“Okay.”
“Ever. This is serious.”
“Okay! I promise!” She tilts her head, a small smile on her face, amused with my dramatics.
“This is hard for me to say. And I hope I never have to say it again, but… Everly is right.”
Chloe throws back her head and laughs and that’s worth having to agree with Everly about something.
Nine
Chloe
Boyd’s cocky. And hot. And kinda nice, even though he’s cocky. I’d be a nervous wreck around him if I’d met him on a dating site. Not that we’re dating. I almost laugh at the idea. Definitely not a date, he doesn’t even have confidence that I can dress myself for our fake date. Whatever. But this car ride has been nice. Not as awkward as I thought it would be, and we’re making great time; it’s only taken us ninety minutes to reach the Lincoln Tunnel. I wonder, if Boyd got pulled over for speeding, would he flash his badge and get out of it?
As we enter the tunnel and the car is submerged in darkness I wonder what the heck he’s going to pick out for me to wear. It better not be too short, I think, giving him a quick glance. I bet he’s used to women in short sexy numbers. Maybe I can fake sexy for a night? Wait, this reminds me…
“Am I supposed to pretend it’s a real date next weekend? Or am I supposed to pretend I’m there as your friend?”