Page 31 of Talk Nerdy To Me
My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but I end up clearing my throat some more while rubbing the back of my neck. This is the first time in my life I’ve been rendered speechless. And I’ve had some unusual sexual propositions after performances.
Instead of speaking, though, I resume clearing my throat some more.
“You’re going to run now, aren’t you?” she asks seriously, frowning. “I thought you were different.”
More vomiting sounds come from the bathroom down the hall, serenading this moment, and I quirk an eyebrow as an incredulous smile spreads over my face.
“Not running,” I tell her, which causes her smile to grow. “But I’m not taking your virginity either, pretty girl,” I quickly add with a little less enthusiasm.
Her smile falls.
“Oh.”
With that one word uttered, she expressionlessly turns and walks away, moving toward the bathroom without saying anything else.
Lips twitching, I grab my guitar from the case and take a seat, playing a new melody as it essentially composes itself. The lyrics aren’t there yet, but I can feel them trying to form.
After a while, Britt emerges, almost stumbling when her eyes land on me. “I thought you’d be gone,” she says, frowning.
“You’re going to have to ask me to leave if you want me gone,” I tell her with a smile, my fingers pausing on the strings.
She hesitates, almost as though she’s thinking about what words to use. I’d rather just hear things fly from her mouth, uncensored, if I’m being honest.
Then maybe I could get inside her head a little better.
“I didn’t mean at this precise moment,” she finally says. “About the hymen issue, I mean,” she adds so seriously, as though she’s decided this is the best route to take for this conversation.
My grin grows, since I’ve never had a conversation like this.
“We can wait until my uterus finishes its shedding,” she states, then looks at me expectantly, as though she’s come to the conclusion she’s clarified things enough for me.
Wiping away my grin so that she doesn’t take it wrong and get insulted, I shake my head.
“I’m one hundred percent focused on my music right now. The best I can offer is friendship, so I think it’d be a dick move to take your virginity,” I tell her, trying to be as collected and calm as possible, even though the v-word does scare the shit outta me.
Given her approach, I’m starting to see why she’s struggling to find any takers. And I’m an ass for liking the fact she’s struggling.
I think it’s part of the reason she is who she is.
I’m not in any sort of hurry to see someone take that away from her.
She stares at me for a moment before finally asking, “Why did you kiss me?”
Now that I know she’s not gay, I feel like a total dick for kissing her, then leaving to help get the drunk chicks out of the party before someone drowned or got hurt enough to sue us. Especially since one of those drunk girls sort of kissed me.
“It was in the moment,” I decide to answer. “I like to think I’m a passionate guy because most artists are, and I tend to do whatever the moment calls for without thinking too much about it. It’s cliché but true.”
She studies me again, as though she’s running the words through her head. She has to overthink things because she thinks differently, or so I’m learning.
“I’m not going to become emotionally invested,” she states matter-of-factly.
“That’s usually the messiest entanglement because emotions don’t disappear just because you pretend they don’t exist,” I tell her, still battling that grin.
If only she wasn’t a virgin…
My gaze dips down to those cupid lips that definitely stir memories. If she hadn’t stopped me, I might have accidentally have taken her v-card.
“Maverick had an efficient arrangement with Chloe that never resulted in hurt feelings, and he easily cut her out of his life in support of Harley, who he had no sexual attachment to. It was never messy.”
