Page 80 of The Chase

BRENNA:Think about Hollis. That always kills my desire

I laugh out loud, causing everyone to look in my direction.

“What’s so funny?” Summer asks lightly.

I set the phone on the table and pick up my beer bottle. “Nothing. A friend just sent me a funny meme.”

“Your mean your girlfriend?” Summer’s tone doesn’t sound as light and airy anymore. A darker note threads through it, something I can’t quite decipher.

Nate looks surprised. “You have a girlfriend? Since when?”

“Is she hot?” asks Hollis.

Brenna wads up a napkin and throws it at him.

He catches it easily. “Hey, it’s a valid question.”

She sighs. “It’s never a valid question when it comes from you.”

“She’s pretty,” Summer says grudgingly.

I’m a bit lost. I thought this was a joke conversation, but obviously she’s referring to a real person. Suddenly it occurs to me. “Oh, you mean Nora?”

Summer’s mouth flattens in a thin line. “Yup.”

“You don’t sound like a fan,” Nate says, lips twitching in humor.

She shrugs, reaching for her vodka cranberry. She takes a demure sip, and I see every guy in the booth eyeing her lips. “I think she’s condescending. And she was rude to me because I admire a Nazi sympathizer.”

Hunter chokes on his beer mid-sip. “I’m sorry—what?”

“Chanel,” Summer explains. “Chanel’s my idol, and Fitz’s girlfriend—”

“Not my girlfriend—”

“—wouldn’t shut up in class about how Chanel was a wartime criminal.” Summer juts her chin stubbornly. “Allegedly.”

Nate snorts.

“How dare she,” Brenna says mockingly.

“Wait, this is your girlfriend?” Matt asks me.

“No. We went on one date,” I say in aggravation. “I doubt there’ll be a second one.”

Summer’s contemplative gaze fixes on me. “No?”

I shrug. “Probably not.”

Nora and I have texted a few times since we went for drinks, but to be honest I’m not feeling the click. Nora’s really nice, but the chemistry isn’t quite there. I’m usually a believer that two dates are required before you completely write someone off. People are always nervous on the first date. Maybe Nora was anxious, and that’s why the conversation felt so stilted.

When she suggested we go out again, I said yes, but I haven’t followed up on it. Now I’m not sure if I will. The fact that I jerk off every morning to fantasies of another girl kinda tells me everything I need to know about my feelings for Nora.

“Okay, clearly our server is never coming back,” Brenna announces, sliding off my lap. “I’m going to order a drink at the bar.”

“I’ll come with you,” Summer offers, and Matt gets up to let her out of the booth.

We all turn to admire the two girls as they walk away. Two pairs of skinny jeans means two amazing asses for us to salivate over, and the sleek bare skin of Summer’s back is anadded bonus. It means she’s not wearing a bra, and my mouth turns to sawdust as another dirty image flies into my brain—Summer’s naked tits jiggling softly with each sultry step she takes.

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