Page 169 of Filthy Beautiful
I wasn’t even vertical yet.
“I mean, maybe I’m just confused,” she went on. “I don’t know all the rules of non-virginhood. You’re the teacher here, right? So teach me, please. Are we just friends? Because I’ve never donethatwith any of my friends.”
“Court—”
“Hey, Xander,” she said, as I started to sit up, “whereareyour pants? Or do you spoon like that while you sleep, naked, with all your friends?”
“Sweetheart,” I said, as gently as I could, “it was great. But it really doesn’t mean anything.” Then I got out of bed, swiping my underwear off the floor as I went.
Courteney sat up, watching me pull them on. “So… it meansnothing?” She sat there, naked, and I looked.
God damn, she was gorgeous.
Angeldidn’t even cover it. The girl was way too sweet and way too pure for a guy like me. I was upsetting her again, and maybe it was inevitable. I didn’t ever want to hurt her, but I couldn’t seem to stop doing it.
“I didn’t say that.” I started picking up my clothes.
“You just said that!”
“I’m saying, it doesn’t mean whatever you think it means.”
“And what do I think it means?” She got out of bed, angrily. I tried not to watch her tits bounce around, but shit. The girl was fuckable even when she was pissed at me.
“We had sex,” I said. “That’s all. You want some more, I’d be happy to—”
“That is not all.” She dug around in her backpack purse and pulled out the panties she hadn’t been wearing last night, and put them on. “Sex isn’t nothing. At least, tonormalpeople it’s not.”
“So, now I’m abnormal? Because I like to fuck?” I pulled on my shirt. “Having sex is about as normal as it gets, babe. Breathing, eating, sleeping, sex.Normal.”
“Why do you have to downplay it?”
“Why do you have to make a big deal out of it?”
“It’s not a big deal,” she huffed.
I stepped into my jeans. Her tits were still out, and it was making it a little harder to be pissed at her. “Then stop making it into one, okay?”
“I’m not! I’m just trying to be honest.”
“With your brother?” I zipped up. “Bad fucking idea.”
“Why?” She pulled on her bra, fucking finally. “It’s better to go behind his back?”
“Cary doesn’t like shit like this.” I headed into the kitchen to look for coffee.
“Shit likewhat?” She followed me.
“Things he can’t control.”
“He likesmejust fine. And he can’t control me.”
“Yeah? How often he let you inside his studio?”
Damn. That was below the belt.
I knew it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
Courteney took a deep breath. “Fuck you,” she spat at me. “You don’t know anything.” Then she turned and stormed off.
