Part 6 (2/2)

He turns to me. ”What's wrong?”

”I'm not a s.l.u.t. At least I don't want to be anymore.”

He frowns. ”I never said you were a s.l.u.t.”

”You didn't say I wasn't either.”

”I don't get it.”

”I want to be a different person.” I heave a sigh. ”That's not right. I want to be a better person. A better version of Brooke Rhodes. The version that isn't a s.l.u.t. The version that can actually go on a date and not f.u.c.k the guy afterwards.”

”Any chance you can start that tomorrow?” He raises an eyebrow.

I swat his arm. ”That's what I get after making my confession?”

Now he's the one who heaves a sigh. ”I'd like to be a better person too. The type of guy a girl would want to spend more than one night with. But I'm also h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l.”

”You can always f.u.c.k Raven,” I tell him, then immediately regret it. ”I'm sorry.”

”That's not happening right now,” he admits. And it tugs on my heartstrings a bit that he actually sounds sad about it.

”Is it possible for people like us just to go on a date like normal people? One that doesn't include s.e.x?”

He laughs. That d.a.m.n laugh again. It gets me all hot and bothered. How can I tell the guy not to laugh? That his laugh is like waving cheese in front of a hungry rat? His laugh is such a big part of who he is.

”s.e.x is like the whipped cream and cherry on the ice cream sundae,” he says. ”Ice cream is great. So is being on a date with you. But the whipped cream and cherry are what make it fantastic.”

”Maybe we'd better make the first date an ice cream cone and save the sundaes for later.”

”As long as you promise there will be more dates, Wild Child, I'm cool with that.”

I gulp when I realize what I've done. I've made a promise that I'll go out with him again. That we'll actually be dating. And that there will be more.

I've never done more before...

Four.

Leo I keep running the tape of our date in my head. Everything about Brooke Rhodes drives me absolutely wild. It was even worth the major blue b.a.l.l.s I'm now sporting just to hear her say she'll go out with me again.

Okay, she didn't exactly agree to our next date yet, but she didn't say no either, so I'm taking that as a yes.

I know I had her really close to letting me in her room after I kissed her goodnight at her door. One more roam of her mouth with my tongue probably would have sealed the deal, but I promised I'd be a good boy and I always keep my promises.

Even if I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l.

As I pa.s.s by one of the ma.s.sive clocks on the wall I notice it's only a little after ten. I have little doubt that Xander and Raven will still be awake.

I'm shocked as s.h.i.+t when I turn the handle of our bedroom door and it's locked. I twist it again just to make sure I'm not crazy, but sure enough it's still locked.

What the f.u.c.k?

I find it hard to believe that Xander and Raven went anywhere. Neither one of them is the going out type. They usually have much more fun spending their time in bed.

When I put my ear to the door I can hear their voices. They're both talking and laughing. Why did they lock the door?

I pound my fist on the door until Xander finally opens it.

”What the f.u.c.k, Dude?” I say as I try to move past him.

To my surprise he doesn't budge.

”Let me in. I want to go to bed.”

It takes me a moment to realize he's shaking his head.

”Let me in my f.u.c.king room.”

”No,” he states, way too calmly.

”What do you mean no?”

”We thought you'd be staying with Brooke.”

”Well I'm not...”

Xander still doesn't budge from the doorframe.

”Raven?” I call until I see her peek her head over Xander's shoulder.

”What's up?” she asks. She looks flushed and freshly f.u.c.ked and I'm surprised when I feel a spark of jealousy. It's not very often that Raven and Xander f.u.c.k without me, and they seem to be doing it a lot lately. Ever since Brooke showed up.

”Aren't you going to let me in?”

Raven's eyes grow wide in response.

”I'm tired,” I protest. ”Let me in.”

Raven gulps before she says, ”Not tonight.”

Now I'm the one whose eyes are wide. ”What are you talking about?”

”Not tonight,” Xander repeats slower and louder as if I'm some kind of idiot.

”I heard what you said,” I snap. I'm just having trouble believing you said it.

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