Page 3 of Broken Hearts
“Dude, seriously?” Mav asks, finally erupting into laughter that has him bending at the waist. “How does that happen?”
“I was tired and hungry.” I lift one shoulder and shrug. Now that I’m clearly not having sex, I need food. “Taco run?”
* * *
“I feel bad.Should I text her?” I ask, unwrapping my fourth taco.
“Nah, I took care of it,” Jordan says, leaning back in the booth and lifting his glass. “The only thing she’s going to remember about today is that she got the best orgasm of her life. You’re welcome.”
“Thank you, I guess.” I can cross Layla off my list of potential hookups. “I’m bad at being single.”
“It isn’t something you can be bad at. Well, unless you fall asleep while a chick goes down on you.” Jordan smirks.
“She was all over the place,” I protest. “My dick was getting very little of the attention.”
Jordan pauses with a taco up to his mouth. “Still. You were naked with a girl. A hot girl.”
“Have you successfully hooked up with anyone since Carrie?” Mav asks.
“Define successfully.”
His dark brows raise. “If I have to tell you what success means, then I don’t think you’ve been doing it right.”
“You need a sure thing,” Jordan says. “And maybe an energy drink.”
“We can stop on the way back to the apartment,” Liam offers.
If these guys are trying to help, I really am in trouble. None of these guys are in a position to dole out advice.
“Nah, I don’t want to go back to the apartment. Can you drop me at the rink?”
“Is that a good idea?” Liam asks. “You’ve been drinking since this morning.”
Last night, technically.
“I’m good,” I say. Whatever alcohol was in my system flushed itself out when Layla burst into tears with my flaccid penis hanging out.
Liam takes me to the arena when we’re done eating.
“I’m gonna drop off Mav, then Jordan and I will come back,” Liam says.
“We will?” his roommate asks, not looking pumped about the idea.
“Fun’s over, buddy,” he says. “We need to get to work.”
Jordan drops his gaze and nods. He had a rough game last night, and we can’t afford for anyone to be in a slump going into the semifinals.
“Later.” I lift a hand as they pull away from the curb.
I shower and change at the rink. The figure skaters have the ice for another fifteen minutes, according to the schedule. With nothing to do, I sit back, close my eyes, and wait. At least no one here will care if I fall asleep.
2
Sienna
The chill of the ice nips at my skin as I skate around the rink. I pull my headband snugly over my ears and come to a stop in front of my friend Josie.
“We’re going over to Olivia and Kate’s house to watchDance Star,and then we’re going to hit up The Hideout for dinner. I bet the hockey team is there celebrating their big win. Are you coming?”
