For Real (Rules of Love, Book One) by Chelsea M. Cameron Read Free Book Online Page A

anything happen? Who was that guy? Did you . . .” She leaves the rest of the sentence to my imagination and I can finish it. I’m about to tell her that I hadn’t had sex with Jett, but my mouth has other ideas.
    “Yeah. I did. We had sex.” I mean it as sarcasm.
    Hazel squeals louder than I’ve ever heard her and throws herself at me. I’m engulfed in her perfume and the rank cigarette residue. She’s flipped the switch from devastated to elated in less than two seconds.
    “Oh my God! How was it? Was it good? I bet it was good. That guy had some awesome tattoos. Did he use a condom? You should probably go to the clinic now. Are you in pain? Did you bleed?”
    “Holy shit, Hazel, do you want me to answer all of those questions?” She peers up at me from her spot in my lap. She’s wrapped around me like a very large koala.
    “Were you safe?” I really should tell her that I hadn’t slept with Jett. But instead, I say, “Yes. We were safe.” I think I have a medical condition. My mouth has divorced my mind and is speaking on its own.
    “Good. Did it hurt?” And the lies just keep coming out of my mouth. It’s like once I start with one, I just keep going and I build this story of seduction and I try to throw as much realism in it as I can. There are candles and music and multiple orgasms.
    By the time I’m done with my completely untrue account of my virginity-losing to Jett, we’re on the couch and she’s playing with my hair. It did get a little messed up when Jett and I were sleeping on the couch, so it very closely resembles sex hair.
    “Do you feel different now?”
    “Yeah, I do.” This is the one thing that I say that isn’t a lie.
     

     
    After Hazel attempts to make me breakfast, I head out to the library to study. After all the chaos of last night, I need something comforting and familiar. An hour later I’m totally in the homework zone, so I don’t notice that someone’s standing next to my table until he pushes a little crane made of notebook paper across my textbook.
    “Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could watch my laptop?” Oh, hey Jett. Fancy seeing you here. This is the thing I should have said out loud. Instead I say something along the lines of “What are you doing here?” It also comes out more accusatory than I mean it to.
    “Well, I heard this is where the books live, so I figured I’d come visit.” Of course his answer is totally cute and appropriate and causes me to smile.
    “Are you one of those people who has to study alone, or is this seat taken?” He gestures to the empty seat across from me that I’ve had my feet propped on.
    “No, go ahead, sit down.” I realize the non-wisdom of doing this a second later. No way I can focus on macroeconomics with him sitting across from me. He sets his bag down and pulls out his computer.
    He smiles and starts it up and I pretend to look at my book so I won’t stare at him. But my curiosity gets the better of me.
    “What are you working on?” I say.
    “New website design. Wanna see?” His eyes light up even more and I get up and go lean over his shoulder. Now I’m the one doing the back-of-the-neck-breathing. It also gives me a chance to breathe him in without it being hella creepy.
    Jett shows me the project he’s working on for a local band. It’s bold and bright, but at the same time clean and he even designed a logo for them.
    As he takes me through the different tabs and links he’s added and I can see that the boy has talent. Not that it was ever in doubt. I find myself putting my hand on his shoulder and leaning in further. My mouth is almost level with his ear and if I tilt my head just a little I could lick his earlobe. But that would be completely weird, so I probably shouldn’t. Still, the idea crosses my mind. What is with me and licking Jett?
    “What do you think?” Jett turns his head and our mouths are so close and I remember him kissing the back of my head and my hip and I wonder what