Page 15 of Sweeter Than Fiction
After my first smutty romance book, I was hooked. And it didn’t take me long to figure out that the dark stuff was really my jam. Give me a dark and broody guy with a soft spot for only his girl and some kinky sex, and I’m good.
I love it.
Which is kind of funny because in my real life, I’m pretty vanilla. Sure, my vibrator gets a workout as I imagine all the dirty stuff I listen to. But I’ve never actually tried any of the kinky stuff for real. Doggy style is about the extent of my sexual exploration with a partner.
It’s not that I’m opposed to being more adventurous, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to get into it. Plus, none of my past partners gave me any inclination that they would be any good at it.
I feel my eyes getting heavy as I slip into total relaxation mode. I’m completely at peace.
Until I begin to fall asleep and jolt myself back to reality. That wouldn’t have been good. I fall asleep and drown in the tub. I’m reminded yet again of my spinsterhood. I wonder what the water would do to me if I was in it for an extended amount of time.
I’m sure that I really don’t want to know.
Lord knows I wouldn’t have many coming to look for me. My parents certainly wouldn’t. We barely tolerate each other on holidays. Going for weeks on end without talking to them is pretty common.
I have two brothers, but we aren’t all that close. It’s not like they ever just drop by unannounced—or even call me without a reason.
And Jenson is avoiding me. After the angry voicemails and texts I sent, I’m sure he’s waiting until I calm down.
I wonder if Don would notice when he didn’t see me around. Probably not. I don’t think I make a lasting impression.
Plus, we had one night together, watching Gilmore Girls and eating Chinese food. That doesn’t make us friends. He was just being nice to me because I was such a mess.
It was nothing more.
I’m not about to trick myself into thinking that this is some romance novel where the super hot guy falls for the nerdy girl. Things like that don’t happen in the real world—especially to girls like me.
Now that my mind is racing, I know that my relaxing bath has come to an end. I wash my body and spend a second wondering if I should shave my legs.
Eh, what’s the point? No one is going to know if I look like Sasquatch under my pants.
Instead, I get out and start to dry off. Wrapping myself in a towel, I head for the bedroom. After I’m dressed in some comfy pajamas, I get ready for a relaxing evening of knitting, but a knock on the door sidetracks me.
I look through the peephole and see Don standing there.
Why is he back?
Slowly opening the door, I greet, “Hey, Don. Everything okay?’
“Yeah. I just thought I could get you back for the Chinese food last night.”
I was so busy looking at his gorgeous face that I didn’t even notice the pizza box he carries in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other.
“Uhm, okay. Come on in,” I say, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way.
Once he’s inside, I take the beer to put in the fridge. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” I tell him. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting anything in return.”
“I know. I figured we both have to eat. May as well see if you want to do it together.”
Grabbing plates, paper towels, and two of the beers, I meet him on the couch. “Well, thank you.”
“I guess I could have texted first,” he says. We have each other’s numbers just in case of emergencies. “I should have made sure this was okay.”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “Hey, you’re feeding me. I’m not about to start bitching.”
“Still, I should’ve made sure you weren’t busy.”
“Ha!” I cackle. When I see the look of confusion on his face, I add, “Sorry. It’s just funny because I’m literally never busy.”
