Page 30 of High Stick Heartthrob

Did I shave?

Of course I did.

I was due to shave my legs anyway.

And while I was doing that… sure… maybe I cleaned everything else up too.

Not for Atlas. Not for any man.

For myself.

To feel good. Clean. Confident.

That’s all.

I exited the shower with my towel around my body.

I then felt frisky for some reason and wiped my hand on the foggy mirror.

Then I opened the towel and looked at myself.

Fully nude.

Just for a second.

I closed the towel and went into my bedroom to get dressed.

For my big date tonight!

It was more of a production than anything else.

Atlas texted me as soon as I got home from the bar.

Along with Hannah, wanting to know what happened to me.

I addressed Hannah first and then I texted Atlas for almost thirty minutes.

Back and forth, him telling me the unfortunate details of this date.

We were going to get pictures together.

It had to be a spectacle, but only in the beginning.

Once the date actually started, we were going to be left alone.

Joy, right?

I finished getting dressed, running the entire night through my head, predicting the exact moment I would return home and be done with it all.

Let it fade into a memory.

I walked out of my bedroom and downstairs.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I saw Hannah looking at her phone.

“Hey, tell me if you think this dick is real or fake,” she said.

She turned her phone around and I put my hand up and out.

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