Page 45 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

“How did this happen?”

“One day, I was at his place—”

“You were at his place?! Since when do you know where he lives? God, I barely know you anymore, Kitty!”

I rolled my eyes. “If you want to hear the details, then pause the dramatics for a second!”

“Fine. At least tell me something good. Is he good in bed?”

I couldn’t hide my satisfaction. “The best.”

“Fuck me!” she exhaled.

I smirked. “My words exactly.”

She smacked my arm. “You’re making jokes while I’m freaking out from the biggest news I’ve heard since Britney was emancipated!” The girl loved her some Britney Spears, too. “Free Britney” had been in her Instagram bio for nearly a month up until the star’s release.

“I wanted to tell you, but I wasn’t sure if there was even a thing to tell.” James and I hadn’t discussed what was happening between us. Each sexual encounter could have been the last time we ever fooled around, as far as I had been concerned.

“Are you two in a relationship?”

“I don’t know.” My shoulders sagged. Everything suddenly started to feel real. What future did we have, anyway? I was still a student in America, and he was a professor in England. We would be miles apart, and he was a man who already had an established career.

“I see.” I knew what she was thinking—that he was just some man in a position of power getting his rocks off.

“It’s not like that,” I argued.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but I know that you’re thinking he’s just a professor taking advantage of a student. It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like? Help me understand.”

“I don’t know, but when we’re together, it feels like nothing I’ve experienced before. Like the passion is so strong that I can’t see beyond us.”

She sighed. “Shit, Kitty.”

“What?”

“You’re in love.”

“What?! No!” Certainly not. We were just two consenting adults who had great chemistry and enjoyed eating each other out.God, why did I have to go there?My panties weren’t durable enough for how turned on the man made me.

A wicked smile spread over Angela’s face. “I’ve never heard you talk about a guy like this.”

She was full of shit. We’d never even been out on a date! There was no way I was in love with him.

Right?!

I had to put an end to this dangerous line of thought. “Look, it’s just a summer fling. That’s all.”

“Whatever you say,” she mocked.

“Just promise me you won’t say anything.” The last thing I needed was any of this getting to the wrong ears—then, it would surely be over between us.

She nudged me with her shoulder. “Who am I going to tell? Isabella?”

I looked over at our resident Ms. Know-It-All, who was instructing a group of workers about something that they probably already knew. Bitch probably had a direct line to the police chief programmed into her phone for situations like this.

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