Page 66 of Through You
“And that automatically turns him into the love of your life?”
“Of course!”
“Love is more than sex, you dummy.”
“Oh sure, the love expert, Miss Claudia, has spoken.
Meanwhile, you’re the female version of him—screw them and dump them.”
“I’m honest with them. Anyway, I’ve never received any complaints.”
She quirks a brow. “And Daniel?”
“He’s the exception.” I can’t believe Daniel keeps calling me.
“I want to be like you. But I can’t have sex without becoming emotionally involved. I always fall in love, Clau.”
I give her a shrug. “Nope. You don’t fall in love, Gin. You don’t spend enough time with those boys to figure out if it’s love or just physical attraction.”
“It could be love at first sight.”
“In your case, it’s more like screwed at first sight.”
“Very funny.” She sighs. “In any case, I may just agree to casual sex with him, on occasion.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Clau, he’s the best I’ve ever been with. Seriously. He makes this gyrating movement with his hips. . . Wow! Gets me right in my G-spot!”
“Too much information.” I grimace.
Gin suddenly looks over my shoulder, surprised. “Speak of the devil.”
I turn to see who she’s referring to, and spot Daniel heading our way. “Oh no.”
“I’m dying of curiosity, Clau. What in the world did you do to that boy to get him this hooked?”
Memories flood back of Daniel and me in a hotel room, our bodies in different positions, covered in sweat.Maybe the betterquestion is what didn’t we do?
“I have to go,” I say.
“Clau, no.”
I get up and run like my life depends on it, leaving Gin by herself in the university cafeteria. I hear Daniel call my name but I rush down the hallways I know like the back of my hand. What is he doing here? He isn’t enrolled here. My god, this boy is way too intense.
I yawn and cover my mouth with one hand as I board the bus that will take me home. It was a long day. I look out the window and watch the stores and trees pass by. My restless mind wanders and recalls the jerk in the immaculate suit I haven’t seen in days.
I close my eyes and imagine Artemis’s face close to mine. I need to stop thinking about him; it’s not worth my time. As I doze against the window, his passionate kisses and sweet words invade my dreams. But that’s all they are, dreams. Because whatever was between me and Artemis ended before it really began.
Nineteen
You’re dumber than I am.
CLAUDIA
The bus driver wakes me up when we arrive at the garage where the buses park for the night. I clearly underestimated how tired I was. It’s all Mrs. Hidalgo’s fault. She’s been working me extra hard, making me clean spots in the house that were already done. I suspect it’s how she’s retaliating for the way I treated her at the hospital.
I’m in trouble.
