Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“What do you want?” Perry whispers.
What the fuck is he talking about? “Umm, I’m okay with whatever.” Talk? Video games? I’m down with it all.
He gives me another grin, then leans in, and I freeze—body tense, brain off when he presses his lips to mine. There’s an unexpected tingle I can’t explain, but then, I can’t explain anything because, again, my brain isn’t working.
I don’t move, realizing I might have misjudged this situation. He very clearly had an idea of what this is and seems to have expected me to know the same. My heart punches against my chest, thoughts drowning in my head.
Perry pulls back, his lips turned down in a frown. “You don’t kiss?”
“Not guys.”
That makes him pull back even farther. “You’ll kiss women you hook up with but not men? That’s a little fucked up.”
“Not when you’re straight!” shoots out of my mouth. What is he even talking about? I don’t hook up with men. I’ve never in my life messed around with a guy.
Perry’s forehead wrinkles. “I’m so confused.”
“You and me both.” He’s not the one who was suddenly kissed by his new friend.
I sneak around him, making sure not to touch him, and pace my room, run a hand through my hair, bits and pieces of last night and today slotting into place. Perry has been…hitting on me? I don’t know why that never occurred to me. But then little comments he said, flirty little things, begin working their way to the surface. Good…because you’re mine.
Perry has been hitting on me! How can I be so clueless?
“I asked if you wanted to hook up and you said yes,” he finally says, like he’s trying to talk himself into understanding how this happened.
My lips tingle slightly, the feel of his mouth pressed there lingering. My heart picks up speed, head spinning. “I meant hook up like hang out, like touch base, not…” I wave my hand between the two of us. “Not bits.”
Holy shit. Did I take Perry on a date today? Did he want…well, to have sex with me, but is he looking to date me?
“I’m sure you can see how I was confused. Jesus Christ, either my game can use some work, or you have no clue when someone is hitting on you.”
“I’ve never had a guy hit on me before,” I say in my defense.
“How would you know?” He quirks a brow, and while I want to smile, I don’t. He has a point. If I didn’t realize what was happening with us, maybe I’m not as aware as I thought.
“God, and you’re so fucking hot.” Perry collapses onto my bed, lying down and looking up at the ceiling.
A wave of dizziness hits me, my pulse racing even faster. I mean, I can’t pretend it’s not nice to have someone think I’m hot. Especially after the shitshow between me and Whit. “Really? I always thought I’m a six at best.”
“At least an eight. Your personality pushes you up to nine territory.”
“No shit?” Well, damn. Who’d have thought? Pride makes me hold my head a little higher.
“Yes, but you’re straight. You’re not supposed to care if I want to fuck you, remember?”
Right. He’s definitely one hundred percent right, but, like, a nine? Damn. That’s pretty fucking good.
“You literally just puffed your chest out.”
“I did not.” I probably did, but I don’t blame myself for that. He thinks I’m a nine.
Perry rolls his eyes, and then his gaze snags on mine. Last night and this morning play like a movie in my head—him catching me, me grabbing his wrist, smoking, putting me to bed, the texting, lunch…
We both hold on, one beat, then two, and three, before we dissolve into laughter. I’m cracking up so hard, I can hardly stand up, which makes absolutely no sense, but apparently, I’m good at not making sense.
My stomach cramps and my face hurts, the sound of our joy dancing in the air. I lie down beside Perry. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize. You just gave me blue balls two days in a row.” I look toward his groin. “First, I’m kidding. You don’t have to apologize for not being sexually attracted to men. Second, are you sure you’re straight? You just looked at my junk to see if I’m hard.”
Honestly? I’m confused. I’m attracted to women. I don’t think I’ve been attracted to men before, but this whole hookup mix-up has me completely baffled. Maybe I’ve flirted with guys without realizing it. Maybe I’ve been attracted to them and just never put a name to it. Maybe guys have been flirting with me for years, and I didn’t have a clue.
“You’re not answering.”
“Because I don’t know what to say. I never thought about being with a guy, but, like, I’ve been weird with you from the start. Maybe my dick is interested, and I just didn’t realize it.”