Page 11 of Make You Miss Me

“Mm hmm, and supposedly so is butt sex, but you don’t see me running to test it out.”

She bursts into laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How do you get anal from my popcorn and M&M mix? Your mind is permanently in the gutter.”

I just raise my shoulders. I mean, she’s not wrong. My mind is in the gutter ninety-nine percent of the time, but what nineteen-year-old’s isn’t?

“Please tell me what happened tonight…. Maybe I can help in some way.”

“Ugh… It’s so damn surreal. I don’t even know if it really happened.”

She situates herself on the pillows and awaits patiently as I mentally sort through tonight’s clusterfuck.

“Okay, so remember that guy back at Masqued from the beginning of the year.”

“Uhm, of course I do. You went over in explicit detail how hot that private dance was, and to my knowledge, it’s the only one you’ve ever given.”

I laugh. Yeah, I definitely gave her an exact play-by-play of that evening.

“Okay well, it’s fucking him... the Joker is Trent from Masqued.”

She looks at me, utterly shocked. “Shittt! You found this out at the beginning of the night or later on?”

“Ugh, don’t judge my whorish ways! I didn’t know his name until round two.” I lay there, covering my face with my hands.

“Stahp! You didn’t even ask his name before you guys had sex? What were you moaning… Joker?”

I raise an eyebrow. Does she really want me to answer that?

“Dayum girl, more power to ya. That’s kinda hot though… What gave it away? I mean, it must’ve been hard to tell with his face paint tonight, and you said he was wearing a mask at the club.” She takes a breath but continues to talk me through her entire thought process. “Oh, and I bet your blonde hair threw him off, too… But what about his voice? Didn’t sound familiar to you?”

“I mean, I kept getting a weird sense of familiarity all night and couldn’t quite place it. The first night we met, we didn’t exactly carry on a full-blown conversation. It was more like husky, lust-filled whispers.”

“Okay, so how did you figure out it was Masqued Trent, then?”

“It just sort of happened… We were about to go for round two and he flipped me onto all fours. Then he whispered his name in my ear, took off my corset, saw my tattoo, and said, ‘Maggie.’”

She gasps. “Holy Shit. You have got to be kidding me. What did you do?”

“I did nothing. Basically freaked the fuck out and ran. I think I said sorry, but I ran as fast as I could.”

“Geez!” she lets out, but I can see her contemplating something.

“Out with it!” I tell her.

“Okay, so I get the fact that you freaked out, because what are the chances… but why is him being ‘Masqued Trent’ such a bad thing?” She looks at me as she continues, “Look, I know you’re not looking for anything serious because of your situation, but wouldn’t you rather have a steady hook up who knows that side of your life?”

I get what she’s saying, but I feel like getting close to Trent would be dangerous, not only for him, but for me, too.

“I don’t know… I’m leaving tomorrow. What difference would it make?”

Lottie gives me a knowing smile. “Well, you are coming back in a month, and you know damn well what happens at the beach stays at the beach.”

“I like the way you think, Tig!”

We lay there quietly for a while, both reminiscing about our nights.

Maybe seeing him again wouldn’t be the worst thing. The idea of being near him once more sets my body on fire. A big part of me wants to come back next month as planned, but tonight has me questioning everything.

This could be bad, very bad, but I can’t seem to want to stop it.

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