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Quietly, I land at the bottom step, my feet cautious and my head on a swivel in an attempt to mitigate running into them.
Thankfully, the guys disappeared into town today. So unlike yesterday, when Moon had to work her magic to get me a spa day just so I’d come out of my room, I should be safe today.
Shouldbeing the operative word.
So just in case, I’m sneaking down the stairs like some kind of cartoon character. But it’s fair because even my dreams were a journey between reliving humiliation and being horny.
And to be real, they were mostly horny, thanks to all the boys’ indecent flirting.Indecently delicious flirting.Still, all the humiliation is present and accounted for, so I’d very much like my pussy to shut the fuck up.
She’s getting me into too much of a mess.
In my opinion, the fatal flaw in restarting your life is experiencing embarrassing new moments that keep you awake as they replay over and over in your mind. I’d just made peace with my old ones, now I get a new crop? This is bullshit.
I’m not emotionally equipped to handle this. Never have I ever felt more empathetic toward Steve Carell inThe 40-Year-Old Virgin.
The kind of awkwardness that keeps emanating from me is wild. And I can’t stop it. Every time I’m around them, “I don’t know what to do with my hands,” to quote Ricky Bobby, keeps happening.
Again, my mind betrays me and says,How about you put them around their dicks?
I guess I lost my hymen twenty-some-odd years ago, but now it’s time I lose my mind. Without permission, Brody’s voice plays in my head.“I like older women. This is me flirting with you.”
Fuck.
The most obscene part of all this is that I should be ecstatic. I’m living the dream. Some hot, younger guys want to make eyes at me. This is a gift from the universe.
Until it happens in real life. Because what I know about myself is that I’m in no way prepared to take that on.
He’s…he’s…he’s just so…
“Hot,” I hear from next to me, making me jump and shriek.
“Fuck!”
“Jesus, Margot,” my sister says, staring at me like I’m crazy.
“Sorry. Sorry.” I look exactly as she described while I try to unscramble my brain, looking around. “Wait. Where did you come from?”
Her expression is deadpan. “Babes.”
I clear my throat. “What? I’m good. You just startled me.”
“By telling you it’s hot outside? Okay. Look, weirdo, we both know why you’re so skittish, but rest assured, you’re fine. They aren’t here today.”
If I was trying for incognito or nonchalant, the sigh that relaxes my shoulders is a dead giveaway that I’m the opposite.
“I’m that obvious?”
She nods. “Yeah. But it’s understandable. It’s not every day three hot guys all want your body.”
“Shhhh,” I hiss.
I never should’ve confirmed what she saw happen in the kitchen with Brody. Because once I did, she came up with this ridiculous theory that they’re all interested. I literally had to block her number last night when she started texting about how I should have a foursome with them.
She’s crazy. People don’t do that.
Unless they’re in my dreams. Because apparently, once she planted the seed, my mind went about watering it.
I grin to myself, pulling from the memories with a tiny shake of my head.
