Page 24 of The Second Dance
I abruptly push my chair back. Grabbing the empty pitcher, I level my finger at Ben and Tyson. “I’m going to get more beer. And you assholes are going to drop this.”
I can hear their laughter bouncing off my back as I make my way to the bar. That part doesn’t really bother me. I’ve spent enough time in the locker room to stand up to a little ribbing.
What’s got me reeling is what Whitney said.
The first and the last.
Can’t be.
“Another round?” Tia asks. She tilts her head. “You doing okay, Bo? You look a little off.”
“I’m good. Thanks, Tia.”
But I’m not good. I’m confused as hell.
And I’ve got a bad feeling I’ve done something terribly wrong.
14.
Andy
I swing the front door closed behind me and toss my keys violently onto the end table.
Whit’s sitting on the couch watching TV, but she pauses her show when I come in and flop down beside her.
She passes me the popcorn. “That bad?”
I snuggle into her, putting my head on her shoulder. “You’ll never leave me, will you, Whit?”
“Never.” She says with more fierceness than I expected.
I sigh. “Good. Because I think my dating career is going to be short-lived.”
“You’ve just got to keep trying, Andy. The right guy is out there.”
There’s no real conviction in her voice, though. She’s been dating in this small town longer than I have, and she knows exactly how dire things are.
She lets her fingers trail through my hair. “You want to talk about it?”
“No.” I sigh. “And yes. I just don’t want to go into details, but trust me when I say Tyson Kyle is a pig.”
“What’d he do?”
“Besides try to stick his tongue down my throat and his hands in my shirt?”
She laughs. “Besides that.”
“He was a complete bore. I don’t think he asked one damn question about me. All we did was rehash his favorite football games. On the upside, I could now recite the stats for every wide receiver in Thorne County.”
“Oh, exciting.” Whit laughs. She wiggles closer. “How was the kiss, though? He’s got those wide lips. I’ve always thought he looked like he’d be a good kisser.”
“Wonder no longer. He’s not.”
“Maybe you’re just not attracted to him?”
“Well, that’s part of it, I’m sure.”
“Because you’re asexual.”
