Page 18 of Taming Drew

“Uh. I’m fine.”

Travis clears his throat. “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up.”

He laughs. “What else is new?”

I blow out my breath. “No, seriously man.”

“What happened? Is it from the fight?”

“No. An old friend brought me home from the hospital. She and I have a history, and one thing led to another.”

Travis sighs. “You fucked your friend and now you regret it?”

“What? No. We didn’t finish.”

Travis laughs. “You didn’t finish. You must be more injured than I saw online.”

“Damn it. Will you just listen?” I blow out my breath, trying to settle my heart. “We were going to play Mario Kart, and things got hot. So, we were getting ready to get busy, and we were both into it. I mean, she was primed. My cock could cut glass. We kissed, and it felt different. It mattered. She matters. I pulled the condoms out of the lower drawer, and she bolted. You know me; I always use a condom. No glove, no love, no matter how into the moment I feel.”

There’s a silence.Oh, this can’t be good.

Travis snickers on the other end of the phone. “Let me get this right. You and she were there, and you pulled out condoms out of your sofa stash, and she didn’t like it?”

I shake my head. “Well, yeah.”

“You are such a dumbass. She thinks you just fuck any chick at your place. How old are those condoms, anyway? I doubt you’ve replaced them since you moved in.”

“Yeah. We’ve talked about this. I don’t fuck anyone in my place. She’d be the first.”

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

A neon spotlight flashes in my brain, lighting up a ‘dumbass’ sign. “Shit. Thanks Trav. I’ll send you Cameron’s info, and please let me know if you need anything with your mom.”

“I appreciate that. Thanks. I’ll see you in a week or two. Bye.”

I stare at my phone, feeling stupid. My mother used to talk about the importance of communication in relationships.Dumbass.

CHAPTERSEVEN

CHLOE

Islam the door and click the lock. “I’m so fucking stupid.” I reach into the plastic bag and pull out duplicates for the clothes I left in the living room. Putting on the clothes, I peruse my phone. Still no message from Lily. I can’t stay here. I’m so embarrassed. How did I let this happen?The little voice in my head pipes up.You need to get laid.I shake my head.Of course I need to. It’s been a long time. But I should have known better.

The knock at the door startles me. “Go away.”

“Chloe. I need to talk to you. Open the door.”

“No. Damn it. Go away.”

“I need you to listen, it’s not what you think.”

I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. “I know exactly what that was.”

He leans against the door and it creaks. “No, you don’t. I’ve never had sex in my condo before.”

My annoyance gets the better of me, and I unlock the door. “What the fuck? You’re a man whore. Of course, you’ve had sex in your condo.”

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