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She propped herself up on one elbow. “Fine. I won’t say a word as long as you spill your guts. I need details.”
My lips twitched. “No way. You’re lucky I told you anything at all.”
“How was it? I mean, how was the sex?” She fanned her face.
“I’m not talking about it.”
She returned to her back and stared at the ceiling. “You have to tell me. I mean, roommates have to know about this kind of stuff. Wehaveto. Especially it being your first time.” She paused and looked at me again. “Is he as good at sex as he is at kissing?”
The back of my neck tingled. How embarrassing. The reason I couldn’t talk about it was because, well…It. Never. Happened.
“I said I’m not talking about it.”
“You’re killing me, Ade.Killingme.”
I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through Dallas’s texts.
Ignore her. Ignore her.The mantra kept repeating in my head so I wouldn’t think about my real worry—that since he hadn’t had sex with me yet, he never would.
She came up behind me and peered over my shoulder. “Is that why your phone was making noise in the dining hall? Was he texting you?” She backed away and started jumping up and down. “Omigod. This is so exciting. I mean, dramatic, and a little scary because of his reputation, but so exciting!”
I shrugged. If only she knew. There was no drama here. Not even a little.
She stopped jumping and rubbed her hands together. “Okay, so what’s next? When are you going to see him again? Do you think he’d go on a double date with Luke and me?”
I laid my phone down on my desk. “It’s not like that.”
“What do you mean?” She paused.
“We’re not dating.”
A gleam entered her eye. “But you went out with him last night.”
“I wouldn’t call it a date. We went to a bar and met up with some of his friends.”
“But then you had sex with him.”
I folded my arms, my face burning. In retrospect, showing Priya the hoodie might have been a mistake, because my confidence was plummeting. She was the reason I was now second-guessing my plan for Operation: Get Laid.
Suddenly, my head hurt. It was all becoming quite clear. He might pass my requirements, but I didn’t pass his. No guy was given the green light and decided not to go for it. Especially someone like him.
She sat on the bed and squeezed her legs together. “Okay. You don’t have to tell me about the sex. But you have to appease me with something—anything.”
I dropped onto the bed next to her and slouched. “I can’t tell you anything.”
“Come on,” she pleaded.
Just like I couldn’t have her draw conclusions about the girl in the hoodie, I couldn’t have her draw conclusions about my sex life. “I can’t, because it didn’t happen.”
“What didn’t happen?” Her eyebrows snapped together.
I held my head in my hands. “We didn’t have sex. I wanted to, but he didn’t.”
Silence. Earsplitting silence.
Then her arm curled around me, and she hugged me. “Just because he didn’t sleep with you last night doesn’t mean he didn’t want to. Did you guys make out?”
“Yes.” I glanced at her. “And he wants to study together tonight.”
