Page 108 of Only With Me
“I’m not going anywhere with him so you don’t need to worry.”
“After the last book I read, I will always worry. Girl went on a date with anactualserial killer…”
“Oh God.”
“And he ate his victims!”
“I’m gonna throw up if you keep talkin’.”
“She was an undercover detective and managed to escape but he beat her up badly beforehand…”
“Then what happened?” I ask, annoyed that I’m invested.
“Oh, she got revenge in the best way. Returned with a huge ass knife—like a machete—and tortured him the same way he did his victims.”
“Please don’t tell me she ate him…”
“No, she chopped him up and fed him to alligators.”
I mimic a gag reaction because what the fuck is she reading?
“That’s disgusting.”
“That’s what he gets.”
“I guess?” I chuckle. “You’re gonna scare me away from wantin’ to date at all.”
“Speakin’ of that, how’re things with Waylon?” she taunts in that bubbly voice of hers.
“Well…” I lower my voice before continuing. “I saw his dick.”
“What?” She chokes out, nearly spewing her drink everywhere. “When did this happen? How’re you now just tellin’ me?”
“Calm down…it was through video chat. I asked him to show me how he jerks off and teach me how guys like to be touched.”
“Fucking hell, and he just agreed to that?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Then he told me to touch myself because he could tell it was turning me on, so I did, and we came together.”
“Holy shit, that’s so hot.”
“It was, but it was just a learning experience. Once we finished and cleaned up, we talked for a little bit and then said goodnight.”
We’ve talked every day since then too but nothing out of our ordinary conversation.
“That man is either not into women or he’s incredibly obsessed with you. There’s no in between.”
“That would be neither.”
“I will die on this hill. He wants you.” She gives me a serious look. “And I’ll say this again because what man wouldteachyou about sex and orgasms, show you how he masturbates, and then talk you through how to touch yourself if he wasn’t interested in you?”
“A man who’s my friend and doesn’t want me to get hurt by datin’ the wrong men.”
She snorts. “You mean, datingothermen.”
“Well…” I shrug. “If he was interested, then he should ask me out himself. And since he hasn’t, I just haveta assume it’s because he doesn’t wanna.”
“He’s probably scared just like you are. He’s older and dated your sister. He’s more experienced than you. Might also be jaded from other bad datin’ experiences.”
