Page 54 of His To Erase
“…but you wanted him to know, didn’t you?”
I exhale. “Yeah. And that’s what scares me. Because I don’t trust the part of me that wanted him to come in, obviously.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Ani. That part of you is called your clit, and she’s been through some shit. Let her have something nice.”
I laugh, half-hysterical. “I don’t even know his name.”
She gasps like it’s a turn-on. “Even hotter. Anonymous dick with a potential criminal record? That’s vintage you.”
“Oh my God.”
“You love a good red flag,” she continues. “And baby, this one sounds like he’d fuck you up against a bookshelf and then read you poetry after.”
I let my head drop back with a dull thud. “What about Frank?”
She snorts. “Ew. What about him?”
“I don’t know. He’s…” I trail off. “Present. Sometimes.”
“Present like a ghost haunting your uterus?”
“Sarah.”
“No, really. Are we emotionally attached to Frank or just too tired to delete his contact?”
I sigh. “I think it’s guilt. Or history. Or trauma. Pick your poison.”
She softens. “Okay. That’s valid. But maybe don’t chain yourself to a memory just because it showed up in a nice suit.”
I go quiet, and she fills the silence. “Listen, I’m not saying Tattoo Man is The One. But if he makes you feel something other than dread and dry heaving? Babe, you owe it to your vagina to explore that vibe.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me. Now go eat something carby, masturbate to the memory of his mouth, and maybe—just maybe—text him something wildly inappropriate later.”
I smile, despite myself. “Thanks.”
“Always,” she says. “Now go give that pussy the attention it deserves.”
“I’ll text you if anything happens.”
“Good. And I mean anything, okay? Don’t go all silent-film tragic heroine on me.”
“Fine. I’ll let you know if the world ends. Or if someone tries to marry me.”
“Or if you get dicked into oblivion by Tall, Dark, and Dangerous. That counts too.”
I snort. “Hot strangers, emotional sabotage, dick with consequences. Got it.”
“Exactly,” she says. “You know. Tuesday.”
I laugh, curling under the blanket. “Noted.”
Tattoo Man
Iknew she was going to lie the second her boots slowed in front of the wrong building.
The pause was too rehearsed, like I haven’t spent the last week watching every fucking move she makes.
