Page 19 of The Last Love Story
Yes. In a heartbeat. If he’s who he seems to be, he’s gorgeous, sweet, and respectful. Three out of three ain’t bad.
Plus, imagining his sinful drawl in the bedroom…
Okay, I need to stop.
We’re friends. Friendly-ish friend-like people.
That’s all.
But damn if I don’t look sexy as fuck anyway.
I knock on the door that adjoins my room and Zoey and Trish’s. Once we all tried staying in the same room, but we wereon top of each other. Waiting for the shower took forever, and planning our schedule around that was a pain in the ass.
Plus, I like my alone time.
Orgasms. I like orgasms.
I rarely go a day without getting off and frequently do it more than once a day. I almost always bring toys with me when I travel, and this trip is no different. Sharing a room with your friends when you’re horny as fuck is not fun.
Trish whistles as she opens the door.
“You look gorgeous.”
I shrug. It’s a simple dress and wedges. Nothing fancy. My makeup is low-key, except around my eyes where I have a pretty pink and orange eye shadow blend that matches my dress.
“This isn’t much.”
Zoey looks over as I walk into the room. “I beg to disagree. But it’s not a surprise. You always look gorgeous. Headed somewhere?”
I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. I’m meeting Justin down at the bar.”
“Justin Ayers?” Trish squeaks.
“Yes,” I say flatly.
“I love this for you.” She claps her hands.
From behind her, Zoey laughs.
“Is it friends or more?”
“Friends,” I say quickly. Probably too quickly.
“Mhm. I’ll believe that if you’re in your room tomorrow morning when I wake up.” Trish winks at me. She’s an early riser and usually wakes Zoey and me up for early breakfast and workouts on our trips.
“I’ll be there.” My voice is firm, but the truth is, if Justin wanted me in his room tonight, that’s where I’d be.
And now I’m horny. A little bit.
This train of thought needs to stop right now.
“We’ll see,” Trish says.
Zoey shakes her head. “Have fun. Be safe. You’ll just be at the hotel bar?”
“To start. If we grab food or something, I’ll text you.”
She nods. Zoey never exits mom mode, but I appreciate that she’s always looking out for us.
