“At the bar.”
“Who initiated it?”
“Me.”
“Yes, girl. Did he kiss you back?”
“Yes.”
“Was it chaste or were you tongue wrestling?”
“Somewhere in between, I guess. It started out a little less than chaste and by the time it was over he was holding my face and seconds from choking on my tongue.”
“I love it. So, it wasn’t a thank you peck, but you weren’t at a French kissing level just yet?”
“Right. If we’d have kissed a little longer, I definitely would have shoved my tongue down his throat.”
“When are you seeing him again?”
My shoulders bunch up as I almost trip again. “I’m not.”
“Why?!” Summer practically screams.
“I don’t even know his name, so it’s not like we exchanged numbers. He didn’t really seem interested beyond helping me and I’d made such an idiot of myself I couldn’t bring myself to ask for any of it.”
She sighs. “Theo, honey, babe, you’re—“
“I know. I’m a bigger idiot for not doing either of those things. Believe me, I’ve been kicking myself since he put me to bed with ice on my ankle.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“He really was, Sum. A super gruff and sexy exterior with a sweet, respectful interior. He could have done any number of things to me while I was my normal messy self, but he didn’t, he just helped me when I needed it and left it at that.”
“And he left you a way to remember him.”
“As if I’d ever forget,” I mumble. “Enough about me, tell me—“
“You have to see him again,” Summer blurts. “You have to, Theo. Shit like that only happens in the movies and you need to see him again.”
My brow lifts. “Are you saying I should go back to the bar where I was almost drugged by a couple of outlaw bikers just to find my mystery man?” Because as much as I want to see him again, that’s totally nuts.
“No!” I hear her rustling papers then clicking on her keyboard. “Weare going to go back to the bar where you were almost drugged by outlaw bikers because you need to find your mystery man and climb him like a tree.”
“Summer, that is probably the most reckless—Wait, did you saywe?”
“Yes ma’am! I just booked my chickenshit ass a flight to Sabine Woods. I land Friday morning, so you better be ready with Fabio’s birdie Xanax and your sexiest outfit because once I puke my brains out, we are going to that biker bar, and we aren’t leaving until you at least have a name!”
Instead of trying to talk my best friend out of flying because it scares the shit out of her, I scream into the phone because I’m too excited to care. We haven’t seen each other since the spring right before I moved, and I definitely need a bestie weekend after the way this last one played out.
“I can’t believe you’re coming out here!”
“I know!” Summer screams back. “I’m going to freak the fuck out the entire six-hour flight, but I’m coming to visit and it’s going to be epic!”
“Did you hear that, sweet boy?!” I squeal as Fabio lands on my shoulder. “Auntie Summer is coming to visit!”
“Summer is the shit. Pretty boy. Summer is the shit,” he squawks into my ear.
“I am so glad I taught him that.” My best friend giggles. “And he is the prettiest boy ever, the only boy my gay ass will ever love.”
