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“Well—with my whole school and the entire internet thinking I was a slut—I just wanted to get away andgosomewhere. So I called Marta on a whim and it was like we’d never left off. She told me I should visit, and, welp, here I am.”
“But why’d you turn toher, of all people? She fucked your boyfriend.”
“I know, I know,” she groaned. “I guess I thought the thing with Brendan was in the past. Or maybe I thought enough time had passed that she’d come clean and apologize? I don’t know! All I knew was that she was the one person who wouldn’t judge me, because hey, she’s no stranger to being nude on the internet. It’s how she’s made her modeling career, after all. In the end, I couldn’t even really tell her about it at all, because she said something kinda judgy about people who’d sent nudes—that they deserve to have their pictures passed around or something like that.”
“Speaking of nudes,” I said, “what the hell was she talking about earlier when she said she ‘may or may not’ have seen pictures of my cock?”
“Oh. Right.” Ainsley suddenly grew tense in my arms. “She’s got one of your dick pics.”
“Mine?How?”
“She’s friends with a girl you used to date. She got it from her, I guess.”
“Who?”
“I’m not sure. She didn’t say her name.”
I noticed her cheeks had begun to blush.
“Have youseen it, too?” I asked.
She nodded shamefully. “I’m sorry. Marta showed it to me when she first told me about the photo shoot.”
My ears burned. “Well, that sucks,” I grumbled.
“If it makes you feel any better,” she said, resting her head on my shoulder, “I can relate.”
Trying to make light of a crummy situation, I poked my fingers into her ribs. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Well, you saw my dick pic,” I said with a sneaking grin, “so what’d you think? On a scale of one-to-ten?”
Shocked, she squealed. “Tanner! Are youreallyasking me to rate your dick pic?!”
“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” I teased.
“Obviously,you don’t have anything to be ashamed about.” She coyly bit her lip, embarrassed to say any more. “It’s …nice.”
“Nice? That’s all?”
Her pink cheeks turned even brighter.
“It’s a ten,” she quickly blurted out, as if someone might overhear. “Can’t believe you made me say that.” She laughed, hiding her face in her hands. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You’re so cute when you get flustered. You know that?”
“Seriously though,” she said, “I hope you don’t think I was trying to hook up with you just because I saw that picture.”
I chuckled. “Oh, believe me, I knowyou weren’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if your goal that night was getting in my pants, you did a real shit job of it.”
“Or,” she said, with a mischievous wiggle of her eyebrow, “I was playing the long con.”
“Ooh.” I pulled her closer. “Devious.”
