Page 90 of Breaking the Rules
"Don't meet my younger brother."
"Chase?"
"No. Wes."
"Oh yeah. Lighter hair and a lot more sass?"
"Exactly." I stop at a red light. We're right in downtown Santa Monica. Surrounded by quaint shops, trees lined with blinking lights, the orange glow of sunset. "You actually planning on banging Vanilla Latte?"
"His name is Collin."
"Question stands."
"Should I reiterate that it's none of your business?"
Probably. "Let's make a deal."
"Is this another quid pro quo thing?"
"Yeah."
"Why not just offer information voluntarily?"
"All right. I'm gonna tell you the last time I had sex."
"And I want to know because…" She fails to pull off her shrug. Her pupils dilate. Her tongue slides over her lips. Her fingers dig into her bare thighs.
She wants to know.
She's desperate to know.
I wish I had a better story.
Something deserving of that kind of interest.
"Two months ago." Right when I got into rehab. When I was desperate for any kind of distraction. "Guess you'd call it a fuck buddies thing." More likefuck our way into ignoring our problems thing, but close enough.
"Commitment. Not what I expected from you." She shifts in her seat. Uncrosses then recrosses her legs.
"No. Just… convenience."
"Convenience how?"
"She was my neighbor."
"And you rocked her world?"
"Yeah."
"Did she rock yours?"
"No."
"Damn." Her laugh breaks up the tension in her brow. "You could sugar coat it."
"Would you?"
"No, but… that's me."
