Page 5 of Don't Be My Valentine

Summer’s gaze was drawn to my dick, and her lips parted. A tiny breath escaped, a noise accompanying it.

That helps. Jesus H. Christ. Think of Grandma. Think of Grandma. Dirty socks. The stock market. Post Malone.

“I should go,” she said, backing up a step and bumping into an armchair.

“The exit’s that way,” I replied, pointing to the door.

“So, that’s it. You don’t have anything else to say to me?” she asked. “It’s been twelve years, Matt. I would have thought you would at least…I don’t know, apologize.”

“For what?”

She pursed her lips. “Well, if you don’t know then there’s no point in discussing it.” She made for the door, pausing halfway there, too close to me.

Post Malone. Wet Dog. Grandma.

“I can’t believe you’re—”

Another knock came, and I grabbed my suit jacket from the bed, slipped it on so it would help me disguise my slowly deflating dick. Who was I kidding? No amount of nasty mantras would get rid of this erection.

Summer had injected me with lust, and the only solution was to get away from her. And take that cold shower. Fuck it, rub one out, if I had to.

I buttoned the jacket and opened the door.

My sister, Emilia, smiled up at me. “There you are,” she said. “Weren’t you going to come say hello to your darling baby sister?” She spun around in a circle, her dark curls bouncing. She did a curtsy but stalled. “Summer?”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” Summer said, then groaned at the lameness of what she’d said.

I chuckled. “Summer just came over to say hi.” In other news, my erection was officially gone. The tension had diffused the minute Emilia had shown her face. “Come on, in, sis.”

“I don’t want to disturb anything,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Is there something going on?”

“Get real, Emmy,” Summer said. “We had a mix-up with our rooms earlier, and I was just, uh, making sure that Matt got one that was OK too. I felt terrible about taking his room.”

“Oh, OK.” Emilia’s smile returned, and she bounced into the room. She gave me a massive hug then went over and did the same with Summer. “This is actually kind of cool. Like killing two birds with one stone.”

“I’m not comfortable with being a bird in this scenario,” I said.

Emmy laughed. “Oh, I meant I just wanted to say hello to you and tell you that there’s dance lessons in two hours.”

“Dance lessons?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Summer’s hosting them,” Emilia continued, turning to her best friend. “I can’t thank you enough for doing this, girl. I mean, who better to take charge of the wedding dances than a triple-threat actress. You’re a star!”

“That’s a major exaggeration,” Summer said. “But I do appreciate you offering me the chance to teach these folks how to move.”

“Oh yeah, I think I saw some of your moves recently. It was on a video or commercial, something like that? Pretty impressive there Summer.” I said with a smirk that only Summer could see. Of course, I was talking about the bare-naked dancing I witnessed earlier. I mean, come on, I had to have some fun with this. Emmy was clueless and naïve listening to our polite banter.

“Um yeah…..” Emmy responded with eyes widened and glaring at me as if saying, “Are you kidding me? I know what you are talking about, asshole.” All I could do was swallow my chuckle, but eternally I was dying.

Summer cleared her throat and continued, “I have taken some lessons over the years for a few of my roles,” Summer said.

“And she took singing lessons.” Emilia looped her arm through Summer’s. “And soon she’ll be doing her acting lessons. And after that, Summer’s going to take over the world, you know.”

“That’s another exaggeration.”

“You’re an actress,” I said.

“Correct.”

“Shouldn’t you have taken the acting lessons before the singing and dancing ones?” I asked.

Summer’s lips turned down at the corners.

“Sheesh, Matt, that’s kind of a rude question,” Emmy said, glaring at him. “Summer’s done tons of stuff. She’s done acting lessons before, but there’s always room to learn. Sorry about him, Summer, he’s probably just cranky from his flight.”

Summer didn’t say anything. She didn’t look at me.

What’s wrong with her? Something is off.

Summer was thirty. She should have made it by now, if she’d wanted to be an actress. Was that it? Was she insulted because of what I’d said? Insecure about her achievements and success?

“Anyhooo,” Emilie said, drawing the word out. “We should probably get going. I want Summer to meet the other bridesmaids before the wedding. Bye, bro. Be good. Don’t try to buy the hotel or something.”

“I’m in security, Em, not hospitality.”

“Whatever.” She blew me a kiss and guided Summer from the room, taking the temptation away.

The door snapped shut, and I was alone with my thoughts.

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