Page 35 of See You Next Winter
“Yeah…” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering closed.
Party girl Kayla is a lot of fun, and I bet she had tonnes of attention last night. She looked stunning in the selfie she sent me before leaving the house, her hair in a high ponytail, dark tank top and jeans hugging every curve. If I’d been in the bar, I’d have been first in line to try to get her attention.
“So did you, uh…”
Fuck's sake. I shouldn’t be asking.
“Did I what?”
The rules of our situation mean it’s none of my business, and she doesn’t have to answer, but I ask anyway.
“Did you go home with anyone?”
“Ryan,” she says, her tone a warning.
It’s a decade old deal. Don’t ask, don’t tell. We don’t owe each other anything, and bringing it up now is like pulling at a loose thread. We won’t be able to put it back together if I unravel it all.
Still, I’m dying to know. Kayla is a sexual person, and if I can’t be there to give her what she needs, I don’t blame her for going elsewhere.
“It’s fine if you did,” I tell her. “I’m not mad, just interested. As your friend.”
It’s a bullshit addendum, but it works.
“Yes, I went home with someone,” she whispers, and my cock twitches behind my zipper.
“What happened?”
“Stop it,” she groans, burying her face in her pillow. I wish I could reach out and reassure her.
“I’m genuinely curious. I want to know.”
She sighs and pulls me back into view. “What do you want to know?”
Fuck.
I expected her to spill it, not make me beg for scraps of information. “Did you go to his place or bring him back to yours?”
“His. A hotel.”
“Did you know him before last night?”
“No. He flies home today.”
“So you won’t see him again?”
“Highly unlikely.”
Relief floods through me. I can handle the idea of Kayla and a one-night stand. If she told me it was a local, I’d be booking a ticket for the first flight over. I don’t care if that makes me a jealous prick.
“Did you…” The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I can't push them past my teeth. “Sorry. Doesn’t matter.”
“Did I fuck him? Is that what you want to know?”
“Yeah. Did you?”
“If you’re asking, I think you know the answer.” She pulls her sleeve over her fist and covers her mouth. My girl isn’t usually this shy. Kayla had buckets of confidence in the bedroom, and I want to bring her back to life.
“Was it good?”
