Page 39 of More Than Chemical
Lastly, the person should be experienced. I nodded and smiled again, remembering our first kiss at the party, outside the bathroom at the bar, and last night on his futon. Just as I’d concluded after I met him, he was such a good kisser. I couldn’t have picked a better person.
The second step: hook up. Aha. This was the information I needed.
Start by flirting. Um. Dallas and I were beyond that.
Next, start kissing or doing more, which we had, but it also said to tell the person how attracted you were to them, but not to compliment their personality or say anything that would make it sound like you wanted to date.
I stared out the window and rested my chin on my hand. I loved Dallas’s smile, his coyness, his touch, his belief that I was special.
Even if I’d said any of those things to him last night, I doubted that it would have made a difference. For some reason, he’d been adamant about not having sex. I looked back down at the screen. I needed the next point.
Set the ground rules.
And then it hit me. Why hadn’t I thought of that before? We hadn’t been on the same page, and if we’d come to a mutual understanding of the rules, of the expectations, maybe things would have gone differently.
As I scrolled, Priya came through the door.
I folded my computer shut just after I saw the next point: have hot sex.
My face heated. I was so close.
I put my computer in its case. “So, you slept in my bed last night and Luke left before having breakfast. Is everything okay with you guys?”
“I think so.” She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Is it the stuff we talked about before?”
She sighed. “I’m hungry, and don’t feel like talking about him. Let’s just go eat instead.”
“Okay,” I said, because I got it. Sometimes you just didn’t feel like rattling on about a guy. “Let me get dressed first.”
Downstairs in the dining hall, Emma was there. She scooted her chair over to make room for me. It was quite incredible what she was doing, pretending like nothing had happened the night before.
Sandra, the infamous gossip, was sitting across from Emma.
“Hey, Adriana, I saw you make out with Dallas last weekend in front of a crowd of people.” She lifted her eyebrows. “That must have been pretty embarrassing.”
The muscles in my body tensed. “Not really,” I said.
“But everyone saw you.”
I ignored the feeling shooting across my chest. “A little love, Sandra. You should try it sometime.”
Her mouth fell open. “I knew it. You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”
I wish.
“She is not.” Priya spoke up in a terse tone. “I’m her roommate. I would know.”
I started to giggle maniacally because everything about this conversation was ridiculous. “I was kidding, Sandra,” I said. “Lighten up.”
Her shoulders drooped, and she frowned. “So you’re not the girl in the hoodie, then.”
My pulse sped up. “The hoodie?”
“A girl in a hoodie was spotted coming out of his room this morning.”
Emma glanced at me with pained eyes.
