Page 40 of You Were Never Not Mine
I don’t even want to know what her body count is but…
“How many guys have you been with?”
“I’ve been with girls too,” she admits, her head still bent.
“Oh. Well, how many people have you been with?”
“Twenty-two.” She lifts her head, her relief obvious. “It was twenty until this weekend.”
“I guess you can play the Taylor Swift song in celebration.”
Her face brightens. “That’s a great idea!”
Elise taps at her phone and the song starts on the tiny speaker on our bedside table slash mini fridge. I didn’t mean for her to play that song at this very moment, but too late now.
“What are you going to do?” I ask as I watch her move about our room. She’s pulling clothes out of her dresser, those sweatpants she’s got on slipping down, making it obvious she has no underwear on underneath. “And whose sweats are those?”
“Tim’s. He’s skinnier than GG so I thought they were the better option for me to wear.”
“What happened to the rest of your clothes?”
The uneasy expression on her face makes me not want to know after all. “I’m not sure.”
I leave it at that.
Once she’s left the room to take a much-needed shower—thank God she didn’t try to roll around on my bed like she did yesterday—I mull over what she told me. I know college is for experimenting and I secretly hoped I’d have a few experimental moments. Last night was the first one and I felt pretty much like a sex goddess after it happened.
Figures that my roommate would completely one-up me. I can’t top a threesome in a dorm room. I don’t know if I want to.
Yeah…I definitely don’t want to.
It’s your typical Monday where every professor seems to dump some big project or test on us and by the time I’m entering my English class, already overwhelmed and it’s only my second class. Plus, I’m nervous because this is the first time that I’m going to see Tim after Saturday night and I have no idea how he’s going to act around me. He has to know that I know what happened between them all and I’m sure he’ll be embarrassed. Right? I’d be mortified if I were him.
But no. I settle into my desk chair and he shows up within seconds of my arrival, that amiable smile on his face like usual as he sits next to me.
“How’s it going?” he asks as he digs around in his backpack. “Have a good weekend?”
“Yeah. It was great,” I drawl, trying to keep things casual. Maybe I’m being too casual? I’m not sure. Tim is acting like his usual self so I’m going along with him. “How about you?”
“Pretty boring.” He plops his notebook on top of his desk and turns to smile at me. “Missed you.”
Alarm bells are clanging in my head. How could he miss me when he was so busy having sex with Elise and Rafe?
“Seriously?” The word slips out of my mouth before I can stop myself but hashtag no regrets. He is acting completely out of pocket.
He nods, his expression serious, his mouth formed into the tiniest pout. I don’t like it. The way he’s looking at me right now and the way he’s behaving. He’s throwing me off. “I should’ve made a move on you Saturday night.”
Tim would’ve been sorely disappointed if he did because I would’ve rejected him outright. “Nothing would’ve happened.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.” His confidence is unbelievable.
“Right. So you ended up making a move on my roommate instead?” I arch a brow, waiting for his response.
He turns about fifty shades of red and turns away from me, obviously embarrassed. “Uh.”
“Yeah. I heardallabout it.” I emphasize the word all because Elise didn’t hold back. She was reserved at first with the details, but by the time we were in bed and it was late? Forget it—she couldn’t stop talking about it. She told me everything, which I assume was easier for her in the darkness. It was easier for me too because then we didn’t have to look at each other when she said phrases like,double penetrationandthey jerked each other off.
No judgment but I’m an eighteen-year-old prude who hasn’t done shit yet. This is the sort of thing that I’ve only seen in porn. While Elise is living her best life and doing it for real.
