Page 59 of Not Fooling Anyone

“I’d make him mine.”

“Would you say that in front of Travis?”

His grin grows. “Hell yes. But he knows I’d share.”

I bite my lip so I won’t laugh.

You know, Isaac probably has a lot of dating experience. And he understands how guys think. Maybe he can give me some clarification on this new situation with Ethan.

“Back to the, uh, Liz and Dave thing, with the kissing.” I stumble over my words, not sure what I really want to ask. “Have you ever, I don’t know, kissed someone you’re not into? Or like a friend?”

He twirls his chair again, shrugging. “Yeah, sure.” Like it’s just so normal.

“Did it change things?”

“No. I guess it could have, but I didn’t let it. A couple years back, a friend and I got drunk at a party and made out. And it was a girl, if you can believe it.” He chuckles to himself. “We laughed it off the next day. It was so stupid.”

Getting drunk and doing something is different. You’re not in full control of your body—which is exactly why I don’t drink.

“But never any other time?”

“Oh, gosh. Well, there was this one other thing.” He stops spinning his chair, facing me. “There was this guy. We were sort of in the same friend group, but more like a friend of a friend kind of thing. I couldn’t stand him the first time I met him. So full of himself.”

I nod, resisting the urge to scratch my itchy scalp. I’ll stain my fingers red if I do.

“Anyway, we were at this mutual friend’s party and we ended up kissing. Don’t ask me how it happened. I couldn’t tell you. And that time I wasn’t even drinking, so I don’t have an excuse.”

“What happened after?” That’s the part I need to figure out. How do I act around Ethan now that we’ve kissed?

He holds his hands open wide. “Nothing. We just never brought it up again. But it’s not like we saw each other a whole lot to begin with.”

I nod. Well, that’s not exactly helpful.

He points a finger at me, jaw dropping. “You kissed your boy toy, didn’t you?”

How’d he know that? “I…” Oh, there’s no use lying. “It was part of the study today.”

He scoots to the edge of his seat, eyes wide. “How was it?”

My hands knot together under my hairdresser’s cape. “Weird? I don’t know.”

He grimaces. “He a bad kisser? A sloppy tongue will ruin things every time.”

Sloppy tongue? Good Lord. “No, it wasn’t that. The kiss was good. Better than I expected, actually.” Way better. “I’m just not sure how I should act around him now. It’s weird that we’ve done that.”

“What’d he say after?”

“That it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

He studies me. “Are you sure?”

Of course I’m sure. “I’m glad he’s not making it into a thing. Then I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Lexie, if you don’t have feelings for him, then it shouldn’t be weird to you either.”

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