“That’s kind of cool,” I say.
“There is nothing cool about a limp dick, Icy.”
“I’m kind of surprised I’ve never been in this position before,” I say.
“What position?”
“Where I’ve said something and felt a dick go down,” I say.
“You, Icy? I’m surprised, I’d think that would be old hat for you by now. I mean, didn’t it just happen when you tapped out on Alex?” He sucks a breath in between his teeth, his mouth moves to a grimace. He mumbles something close to,I can’t believe I just said that.
That would make two of us.
“He told you that?” I ask, my cheeks reddening.
“Guys talk,” he says with a shrug.
I push him away and turn to walk back to the table. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “That was a shitty thing to say.”
I just pull my arm from his grasp and keep walking. He’s right, it was an incredibly shitty thing to say. I walk away, leaving him along on the dance floor.
“Hey Alex,” I say when I get to the table. “Do you think you could take Harley home? I’m not feeling well, and I don’t want to cut your evening short.”
“No, I’ll go with you,” Harley says. “Especially if you aren’t feeling well. We came together, we leave together.”
“I’m going now,” I say. “Sorry.”
Harley stands and grabs her wrap and clutch.
“Uh, I’ll call you,” Alex says to Harley. She gives him a hug, he glares at me over her shoulder. I don’t care. I just want out of here.
I head for the door with Harley close behind me, happy to leave here and get home. Where I can put on my pajamas, eat some ice cream, and watch reruns ofProject Runway.