Page 25 of Drive Me Wild
Josh laughs while he shakes his head at me. “Not going to tell me? That’s cool. I just broke up with my girlfriend anyway. Don’t wanna get into another relationship. But from the looks of things, I’d say you better make up your mind about her before someone else does.” He turns to look again at the table where Zoe is. “They’re all smoking hot and not going to stay single long from the looks of things.”
I grunt and take another pull from my beer. I catch Zoe’s eye, and she smiles. Then, she looks away and laughs at something Avery said.
But instead of focusing on the car we just picked up, I keep thinking that I wish I was the one making her laugh.
Chapter Thirteen: Zoe
All night, I notice Caleb brushing off the women who keep flirting with him, and I’m reminded of what Buzz said last weekend about him spending his time with Cody.
Maybe he really has changed. But why?
Avery and I take a couple of guys up on a pool game. They’re cute in that boyish way, and I have fun flirting with one of them, but when I see Caleb stand up behind him and compare them side by side, I see a stark contrast.
Where these guys are all dimples, purposely messy hair, and ironic t-shirts, Caleb is broad shoulders, muscles built from hard work, and eyes that bore into my soul.
So when the one I’m flirting with asks me for my phone number, I lie and say I’m on the rebound and not ready to date. I tell myself it’s because I need my new band of babes to help me figure out how to be better in bed before I date someone, but deep in my gut, there’s a nagging feeling.
And it has Caleb written all over it.
When we finish our game, I order a round of shots and then slide into the booth next to Renée. I’ve had just enough to drink that I’m feeling bold enough to talk about my problem.
“Alright, ladies, bottoms up!”
We drink our shots, and then I lean forward to ask their advice.
“Can I ask you all a question?”
Renée puts her arm around me. “You can ask us anything you want, bestie.”
I run my finger through the condensation on the table from our last round of drinks.
“How do you…how did you…um…where did you learn to have sex?”
Avery cocks her head to the side. “You mean, like, did we learn it at school?”
“Not sex education. I mean, where did you learn to do stuff? In bed.”
Renée pipes up. “Remember that guy I dated during our senior year of high school?”
“Yeah.”
“I learned from him. He dated Gabby Parson’s older sister—”
“She’s ten years older than us!”
“Yeah. But she taught him what she likes, so he felt free to tell her what he likes, so he knew. You know…what to do and how to ask for what he wanted. I learned a bunch of stuff from him. And let’s just say that Cole is a very happy man.”
Serena was biting her bottom lip like she wanted to say something.
“What about you, Serena?”
“Do you guys promise not to say anything?”
“Of course!” We shouted together.
“Okay.” Her cheeks flush red, and she leans in close. “I took online lessons from a ‘sex-pert’ in New York. She’s likea therapist who helps people with their sex lives. It was super expensive, but I learned a ton.”
We all stare at her with our mouths hanging open. I finally pull it together to stop looking at her like a circus freak.
