Page 80 of Gym Bros
He holds up his already re-filled glass of water.
I notice my hands are shaking while I’m unwrapping the sandwich. Not much, but enough for me to feel it.
“You all right?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say with some forced brightness.
“All done talking?”
I tear off a corner of the sandwich and shove it in my mouth, nodding. Everything I’d been planning to say to him is irrelevant now that he bent me in half and fucked mewith permissionon my couch no less.
“You’re gonna make this awkward aren’t you?” I ask.
He points at his chest. “Me?”
Okay, maybe I’m projecting.
“Youkissedme,” he says.
“I know.”
“And then you told me to?—”
“Oh my God, Iknow.”
“So, what’s awkward?” he asks with a soft chuckle. “I felt like it went pretty well, considering.”
“Considering what?”
“Well, I’ve never given anyone a blow job before for one thing.”
My face is so hot, I put up a hand to keep him from seeing it. “Do we have to talk about it?”
“I guess not,” he says, wrapping up what’s left of his sandwich and putting it into the delivery bag. He takes a sip of water and sets the glass down. Then he takes a deep breath and sighs.
I am burning up.
“All right, well, I’ll get out of your hair, then.”
“I didn’t say you had toleave.”
“Were you gonna ask me to stay?”
“I’m—” I gesture at my barely-touched sandwich. “I’meating.”
He stands. “Look—I don’t know what’s got you so embarrassed all of a sudden, but no one knows what just happened except me and you. I’m not gonna post about it on my Insta story or anything, so fucking relax, all right?”
I grab his hoodie pocket and make myself look up at him. “I’m not usually like that,” I blurt. I don’t usuallydate,either. I hook up. If that.
He scowls down at me, and I can see how someone who he was planning to punch in the face would find him a little scary. “Like what?”
“I don’t know—sex on the first date?”
“No?”
I shake my head.
“So what happened?”
