Page 22 of The Dating Pact

Fuck me. What am I doing?

I bit back a laugh, imagining Jude sweating as he texted this girl. This twenty-five-year-old girl. I bet she didn’t even have to wear a push-up bra.

Although I didn’t know why that bothered me so much.

Probably because I never appreciated my twenty-five-year-old boobs enough back when I had them.

But also…

Jude had been talking to her all night, wheeling and dealing in innuendo, while I’d been here with Cole as he sucked down three drinks. I was still on my first.

I texted Jude back.

Sounds like it’s going great over there.

Jude

There you are! Finally! It’s going terrible.

Jude

I did what you said, asked her if she kissed on the first date, and SHE ASKED WHERE

Jude

I thought she meant on the date.

Jude

So I said oh I don’t know the park or restaurant BUT SHE MEANT WHERE ON THE BODY

I covered my laugh with my hand, though I didn’t need to since Cole had turned away from me, typing on his phone. I didn’t feel bad at all about replying to Jude.

Wow. She’s bold. I admire that.

Jude

So do I.

Jude

But I have no idea what to do with it.

What do you mean, you don’t know what to do with it? This is perfect for you. You want sex, and she seems to be offering it up quite easily.

Jude

So what do I say? Hey, want to have sex?

Essentially, yes, but I wouldn’t use those exact words.

Jude

What words would you use?

Want to get together?

He didn’t answer, and I swallowed the last of my drink before leaning forward a bit to slide the glass to the bartender, and that was when I spotted Cole’s phone screen. He was on the dating app.

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