While not catastrophic, it still sucks, especially because it’s downright cruel to be vibrator-less after having the hottest sex of your life with a guy you’ll never see again. That’s when a gal needs her trusty friend the most.
Especially since I keep having dirty dreams about my hot night with a hot guy.
Ugh.
I finish planting the last few asters and step back to examine my work. Their previously bland yard is a riot of color. It’s a work in progress, for sure, but by the time graduation rolls around next spring, I’ll have fully tended to every inch of this yard. My thank-you gift to him and Jules will be the backyard oasis they never knew they needed.
Clean up doesn’t take too long, and soon I’m stepping under the hot spray of the shower head and letting the water pummel my skin. It feels so good that I want to stay here for the rest of the day, but when the water turns cold, I hear my bed calling.
I slather on some lotion, and root around in a drawer for my oldest, softest t-shirt. I’m two seconds from melting into my mattress when I hear my phone buzzing with a text from Viv. She’s been talking about hitting up Kappa again and honestly, maybe it’s not a bad idea. I mean, I wouldn’t begoing there looking for Gym Shorts Hottie or anything, but if we happened to run into each other again, well… there are definitely worse ways to spend a night.
My phone buzzes again, so I scoop it up.
Then I toss it back onto the bed like it just burst into flames.
My best friend is not calling.
Satan’s sister is.
I peer at the phone like it’s a rattlesnake sitting in the center of my unmade bed. It’s not. It’s just a phone. But the name on the screen is far more venomous.
I thought I was in a better place these days. That if I hadn’t forgiven Bella and Clay, at least I’d moved on. Or started heading in that direction.
The relief I feel when the buzzing stops tells me I haven’t made nearly the progress I thought I had.
But maybe that changes now, I think as my hand reaches for the phone. I pick it up like it’s a live wire and I’m expecting electrical currents to race through my body at any second. Before Bella can start calling again to fill my voicemail with her fake tears and faker apologies, I pull up her contact info and do something I should have done months ago: I block her.
Falling back onto my mattress, I take a deep breath.
Still riding the high of setting a boundary, I search up Clay’s number and block it, as well. Granted, he hasn’t reached out since everything went to shit, but I’m on a roll. Besides, Bella’s not dumb. When she realizes I’ve blocked her, she’ll call me from her boyfriend’s phone. If I’d dared to touch his phone, look at his messages, or—good lord—made a call back when we were dating, he’d have lost his shit on me.
New girlfriend, new rules, I guess.
And in the spirit of new…I tap a few buttons on my phone to find the website I’m looking for. After a quick search, I’m disappointed that the BunnyBuzzer is out of stock, but there’s a new version that looks like it will easily get the job done. A few more clicks, and I’m all set. An incoming text lets me know my ClitFlicker is on its way to 377 Fisher Dr.
Oh shit.
That’s my uncle’s house.
Shit.
I nearly toss my phone again. Gah. I’m such a dummy sometimes. I should have typed in Viv’s address. I can’t say she’s low-key, but at least she’s not my uncle.
I mean, I’m twenty-one-years-old. A grown ass woman. And Lovestruck is discreet. When Viv sent me my rabbit vibrator as a gift last spring, the box was plain and the return address was nondescript, so I have nothing to worry about. It’s not like it comes in the original packaging or anything.
But still. The thought of Uncle Hudson getting out his pen knife and opening my package accidentally has me ready to puke.
My phone elicits yet another buzz and I’m half ready to bury it in the garden. I check the screen, wondering what else can go wrong, but catastrophe isn’t calling.
Viv is. Sighing, I set my phone on my charger and crawl into bed. If I hide under the covers, she might not be able to find me and drag me back to Kappa.
Actually, this is Viv we’re talking about, so she definitely could. And would it be so bad? I mean, there’s no guarantee that Gym Shorts Hottie will be there…
I scream into one pillow and cover my head with another, before reaching out to turn my phone to silent.
I can’t be trusted around guys like JT. I lose all sense of reason, and eventually, I lose my heart.
There’s probably not enough of it left at this point to salvage, but I’m going to do my damnedest. And the only way to ensure that is to stay far away from temptation.
