Page 22 of Dare
Thatwas when I knew I had to accept the harsh reality. This is my life. I’m luckyto be alive, and generally healthy, but some things are always going to be offlimits to me, and sex is one of them. Oh, I’m aware there are guys out therewho would still fuck me. Let’s be honest, most men will fuck anything with apulse and a wet spot, but I can’t stand to have sex knowing the guy isdisgusted.
“Iknow,” I answer Sadie, tucking my hair behind my ear. “But have you seen thisguy?”
“Yes,and that’s why I know you need to climb him like a tree.”
Laughing,I take the last drink of my soda. “You’re crazy. Now, let’s go spend somemoney. My jeans don’t fit, and I’m tired of pulling them up.”
“Skinnyass.”
“Jumbotits.”
“Don’thate,” she giggles, and we head for the department store.
* * * *
It’slate when I get home and I’m relieved when I make it inside without runninginto Dare. I’m not ready to face him yet. His apartment has been quiet, so Iassume he’s not home when I crawl into bed, but his deep voice travels throughthe wall seconds after I lie down.
“Whatare you wearing?”
Maybeif I just ignore him, he’ll get the message.
“Hmm…noanswer. Maybe you’re naked.”
Shovingthe pillow over my head, I try to block him out.
“Ifyou don’t answer me, I’m going to assume you’re naked. No wait. You’re nakedexcept for the whipped cream.”
Now,I’m fighting not to laugh.
“Ican’t be ignored, Ayda. I know lots of annoying songs. I’ll sing until youanswer me.”
There’sno way I’m answering now. I want to see if he’ll actually sing.
“Okay,darlin’. You’re forcing me to do this,” he warns, amusement thick in his voice.
Iexpected a rendition of one-hundred bottles of beer on the wall, or somethingsimilar, so the unexpected sound of Rebecca Black’s Friday catches me offguard. I’m sure he can hear me laughing as he runs through the whole song andthen begins again. I wonder how long he’ll really keep it up?
“Okay,shut up!” I laugh, when he begins again for the fourth time.
“Well?”he asks.
“Well,what?”
“Areyou wearing only whipped cream?”
Smiling,I pull my comforter to my neck. “Of course, that’s what I always wear to bed.Plus a couple of chocolate kisses.”
“I’mcoming over.”
Ican’t tell if he’s serious or still screwing with me. “No!”
“Whynot?”
“I’mexhausted. I’m going to sleep.”
Hisbed creaks and I picture him rolling over. His ass looked amazing in thoseboxer briefs and my mind conjures an idea of how it’d look bare. “Did you worktoday? What do you do?”
“No,I didn’t work today. I’m a graphic designer, and I dabble in marketing a bit.”My curiosity outweighs my desire not to encourage him. “What do you do?”
