Page 19 of Revenge Puck

“You ran into himwhere?”

She is being so dramatic. Andloud.

“Outside the bar where Preston and I had our date.” I ease myself off the bed, body aching from lack of sleep, padding across my bedroom to grab a hoodie and pulling it on before explaining. “It was an accident. I literally bumped into his massive chest.”

“Thenwhat?” she demands.

“And then…we made chitchat. Went into another bar but didn’t stay long.” I pause. “He doesn’t talk much.”

“Yes, yes. And?” She is growing more impatient by the second, waiting for me to get to the good stuff. “You’re taking forever to spit this out—the next thing out of your mouth better be something like, ‘And then he invited me back to his place.’”

Close. “Or I invited him back to mine?”

“You? You did that?” She screeches. “Juliette, for all that is holy, please tell me something happened. Please tell me you let him lick you all over.”

“Iwishhe’d licked me all over…”

Suddenly, my phone begins ringing a second time. It’s her, but now she wants to video chat. Reluctantly, I accept the call as I walk into the kitchen.

“Continue—and don’t leave anything out.”

“Fine, but I have to get ready for work. I’m already going to be late.”

“Did you have sex or not?”

I consider this. “Does oral count as sex?”

Silence on the other end of the line. “Did you blow him?”

I laugh. “No.”

“Oh my god—did he go down on you? Please say yes.”

I smirk, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a protein shake to drink as breakfast. “Yes, he did.”

Blaire whispers, “Holy crap. Did you come?”

“I…” I clear my throat, embarrassed to say the words. “Yes. Um… after I came, he, um…left.”

Blaire stares at me through the phone, piece of toast halfway to her lips. “Wait. He left?”

“Yes. I came, he left.”

“That’s…okay. Uh. He didn’t want to fuck you or anything? He went down on you and bailed?”

I roll my eyes, doing my best not to be affected. It stings. The fact that he walked out stings. “He wasn’t into me, Blaire. I’m not sexy, and I’m not?—”

“Don’t you dare self-deprecate. You are the sexiest little bookworm I’ve ever seen. I mean,hello. Look at that pajama set!”

I glance down my body, forgetting that I’m basically wearing lingerie. One of my vices is pretty underthings, a direct contradiction to my conservative wardrobe.

Demur on the outside.

Sassy underneath.

I love having a secret only I know.

“Anyway.” I go to my room and walk into my closet, pulling down a baby-blue cashmere sweater and pairing it with jeans. “I don’t think he knew who I was.”