Page 63 of Give Me a Chance
“Yes, actually. I’ll have you know my clit is in serious need of recuperation.” Rina chuckles as Anne chokes on her drink.
“You? In need of recuperation? Are you not telling us something?” Rina asks.
“We’re talking about Matt, right?” Poor Anne probably thinks I had an orgy or something.
“Yes, we’re talking about Matt. But seems like little Mattie, who isn’t little at all, FYI, has a kinky streak.”
This time, Rina is the one to almost choke on her drink.
“Matt? Really?” she whispers. Tell me about it.
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” They both burst out laughing, knowing I normally share everything, but this time I’m serious.
The way they reacted shows me what he said might be true—the kinky streak is just for me. And a part of me wants to keep it for myself. For us. After a minute, they must realize I’m not sharing anything else because Anne jumps in.
“Umm, Rina? You know who I saw? Bryce!”
“Bryce?” Rina asks, chewing her food.
“Yeah, Bryce. Bryce that you went to the last year’s gala with.” Anne responds.
“Oh,thatBryce. How is he?” I know her, she’s just being polite.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since he moved,” I add. Bryce used to be my neighbor, and I set Rina and him up on a date. It was a good blind date, but Rina was already head over heels for Connor.
“He’s good. He kind of asked for my number to catch up.” Anne looks down at her food but isn’t able to hide the blush in her cheeks. By the end of the gala, Rina and Connor had a thing in the storage room, while Bryce and Anne realized they had a bunch in common and hit it off. Long story short, it was the last date for him and Rina.
“That’s great! You like him, right?” Rina asks.
“Come on, you dated him.” Anne waves her off, but her blush is telling us a different story.
“It was hardly dating,” I add. “It was one blind date and a business event.”
“Nat’s right. I would be absolutely fine if you wanted to pursue him,” Rina says.
“Well, in that case, maybe I’ll meet with him to catch up.” Anne’s lips turn up.
“Ooh, do tell us what’s he like in bed,” I add. “I’ve always wondered.” He’s a hot guy, but he was my neighbor.
Having sex with your neighbor can only lead to awkward situations. It’s complicated. And I don’t do complicated.
At least Ididn’tdo complicated.
“It’ll just be coffee. No one’s talking aboutsex,” she whispers the word, like it’s dirty.
“Sure, I’m just saying.” I shrug.
That afternoon, I head to my yoga studio, in desperate need of a stretch. Somehow, being tied up and lying down strained my muscles so much they’re sore now. That’s what four orgasms will do to you, I guess. And while my mind is already searching for more, my clit can barely stand the touch of my yoga pants.
My body relaxes into child’s pose, but my thoughts are far from child friendly. I’m replaying the previous night over and over again.
I was consciously pushing him to his limits. But if I’d known what awaits me, I would have done it a while ago.
I don’t identify as a brat. At least I never did. But he draws my bratty side right out. And I guess I draw out his dominant side. Both dormant with anyone other than each other.
Why the hell is that?
If I hadn’t renounced romantic feelings ages ago, I’d think there are some feelings involved.
