twists in my stomach as I think about the fact that he’s probably been with so many beautiful women. Even if I wanted to compete I’m sure I couldn’t. Who would want me with my nasty scared legs and haunted past? Now I’m just being stupid. This whole thing is moronic. The last thing I need is to have a crush on Ethan.
So what if he’s sexy and easy to talk to? Who cares if he was nice to me when I was drunk and puking, and he loves Doctor Who as much as I do? I certainly don’t care. It would be stupid to care. I am not stupid. And, I don’t need him or anyone. I’ve seen well enough where this road leads and I don’t want any part of it.
I take one more deep breath as my pep talk takes effect, then I get dressed.
Ethan
Well that image of Red in that thin tank top will certainly be stored safely in my spank bank. I’ll keep it right next to the knowledge that she’s never had an orgasm and her pussy is more difficult to get into than the pentagon.
I’m only slightly disappointed when she returns to the living room. She, unfortunately, is now wearing a bra. However, she still looks unbelievably sexy in a low-cut green tee-shirt and jeans that do her ass all kinds of favors. Not that her perfect ass needs any favors.
“Does this mean you’re going to come with me? Or would you rather just go rock climbing?” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively at her.
“You’re a pervert,” She informs me.
“Guilty as charged,” I agree with a laugh.
She slips her shoes on and ushers me out the door.
As it turns out Red is not athletic and for her own safety shouldn’t be anywhere near a rock climbing wall.
“I suck,” She says with a laugh.
We head back to my car after forty-five minutes of Red falling off the wall, failing to keep me from falling, and bumping into other people trying to spot their own partners.
“Yeah, you do,” I agree with a chuckle.
She smacks my arm playfully. I can’t help but smile. This is actually the first time I’ve ever spent time with a woman, other than Lee, outside of the bedroom. That thought gives me pause. In spite of the fact that Red was a walking disaster in there, I’m actually having a good time.
“I’m starving.” She says once we’re in the car.
Does she want me to take her somewhere to eat? Would that make this like a date? Does she suddenly want this to be a date? Damn, this is complicated. This is why I don’t hang out with women. I hate blurred lines. I don’t want them to get the idea that I want a relationship. Red said the other night though, friends only. Then again, don’t all women say that? Isn’t that like a relationship trap? Okay, I have to be over thinking this now. We’re friends hanging out. If I was hanging out with a male friend who said he was hungry I’d suggest we grab a bite to eat.
“What are you in the mood for?” I finally ask.
“I’m easy,” She says with a shrug.
“I was hoping you would say that,” I say with another suggestive eyebrow waggle.
“Seriously, you are such a perv. Not everything is sexual,” She shoots a glare at me.
“Says the chick who’s never had an orgasm. Maybe you’d feel differently if you experienced all of the joys sex has to offer.” My dick twitches as images of her naked body under me flash through my mind. Down boy, I tell myself.
“And I suppose you’re the guy who’s going to show me everything I’ve been missing out on?” She scoffs.
“Hey, just saying that the offer is on the
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