Page 48 of Seduction in Spades

“Forks.” She tips her head to the drawer I’m leaning against and carries the plates to her kitchen table.

I like how small it is. How our knees bump and we’re so close to each other.

“You seriously don’t remember your first time?”

Guilt washes over me. “Guys are lying to you if they tell you the first time was memorable. Our brains are wired differently. We’re pricks. Arrogant little shits who only think with their dicks.”

“When do you think you’ll outgrow that?” She gives me a sassy smile before taking a bite of her dinner.

I’m not offended by her comment. The issue between us is that I want more than to just get my dick wet.

“When we find the right woman.” My response is honest.

“Did you at least like this Courtney girl?”

“Sure. She was a year older than me. What freshman boy wouldn’t want to have sex with a sophomore cheerleader?”

“You seriously weren’t that heartless? Courtney was probably head over heels in love with you.”

I choke on a piece of chicken. “I highly doubt that.”

“Did she call you the next day? Write you notes in class? Text you constantly?”

I think back. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Did you sleep with her again?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?” Avery drops her fork on her plate and kicks me in the shin. “You were an asshole who broke her heart, weren’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to, but looking back, probably.” I shrug. “I didn’t pursue her. She chased after me. I’m pretty sure she knew what she was getting into since I learned she’d given Greg Harpswell a blowjob after the football game the following weekend.”

“You and Ryder must have made quite the pair back in the day.”

“Back in the day?” I clasp my hand over my heart. “Are you telling me I don’t have what it takes anymore?”

She picks up her fork and stabs a piece of chicken. “Eh. You’re alright.”

I eat a few more bites of food before turning the tables on her. “So, tell me about your first kiss.”

“Unlike you, I wasn’t eight, and I was madly in love with the boy.”

“No money was exchanged?”

“You’re the whore. I’m the stalker. Remember?”

God, this woman makes me laugh. I pretend to be serious and nod, then wait for her to continue.

“Jeremy was sought after by all the girls. I really didn’t think I had a chance since I hit puberty before the boys. I towered over him and the rest of our class.”

“If his face was only to chest height, I could see the attraction.”

Avery gasps. “You’re not insinuating Jeremy only kissed me because I forced my training bra in his face, are you?”

“Training bra?”

“I was ten years old. He was nine and a half. It was true love and nothing sexual.”

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