Page 36 of My Rules

“I don’t like her,” I stammer.

“Whatever, Blake.” Her eyes stay on her computer. “I don’t care who you sleep with anyway. It’s none of my business.”

Disappointment fills me, and I lie back down.

She stays silent as she types, and I continue pretending to watch the movie.

Great.

Now she hates me.

“Are you angry?” I ask.

“Nope.” She hits the keys with force.

“You’re acting angry.”

“I just ...” She shrugs before cutting herself off.

“You just what?”

“I just find it fascinating how you always say that Taryn isn’t your type, and then the first time you have too many drinks around her ... you just ...”

“I just what?”

“You act like a typical horny dickhead of a man.”

Nailed it.

I drag my hand down my face.

Taryn ... good god, not Taryn. Anyone but Taryn. What the hell was I thinking?

Seriously . . .

Why can’t I keep it in my fucking pants?

Rebecca

I stare down at Blake. He’s fast asleep on my couch. His hands are up above his head, and his bulging biceps are peeking out of his T-shirt. My eyes linger over his strong body.

No matter how much of a fuckboy Blake is ... there’s no denying he’s a beautiful man.

My eyes drop lower ... to the bulge in his crotch.

Virile.

My eyebrows flick up in disgust at myself. It’s official.

I need a man.

If I’m even perving on my friend, who I have absolutely no intent to ever like that way ... I need a man.

Blake’s words from earlier come back to me. If you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.

I blow out a defeated breath. He’s right. I know he’s right.

And yet ... how do I change what I’ve always done when I’ve only ever been myself?

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