throat. “No.” Embarrassment flushed through me as I kneaded my hands together. “She’s a friend.”
He let out a low whistle. “You should change that.”
“Doug!” the woman next to him barked.
He laughed and extended his hand to me. “We haven’t really met. Doug Pearson.”
I took his hand and shook it, careful to put some brawn into the greeting. “Fin MacAuliffe.”
“Theatre, right?”
I flushed again, but kept my composure. “Music, mainly.”
“Political Science,” he responded.
I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Eden knows everyone.”
He winked at me after glancing at the woman to his left. “I know.”
What did that mean?
Emily plopped down next to me and clasped my arm again, linking her hand over my bicep. “What did I miss?” she asked.
“This is Doug Pearson. He teaches Political Science. This is my friend, Emily Summers.”
She nudged me with her hip and leaned in to kiss my lips briefly. “He’s so modest.”
Jesus Christ, Em. I said they didn’t know about me and Matt , not that I needed a beard.
I looked onto the field briefly, locking eyes with Matt. He held a clipboard and was tapping it steadily with a pen.
He was… not happy.
Shit.
I pulled her arm from mine. “I need to use the restroom,” I mumbled.
I took my time in there, studying my dull brown eyes in the mirror. Doug opened the door, his smile bright when he spotted me. “Fin, your girl Emily is fucking hot.”
“She’s not my—” I started to protest.
Matt opened the door at the same time. “Yeah,” he responded, walking up to the urinal behind me. “She is hot. Where’d you score a girl like that?” He faced the wall, not making eye contact with me.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I finished. I washed my hands in the sink and turned toward Doug. “I already have a boyfriend .”
With that, I walked out, leaving Matt wearing a shy smile on his lips.
♂♂
“Boyfriend?” he whispered, looking over his shoulder for prying eyes. “Should I be jealous of this guy?”
I nodded. “He’s very handsome,” I responded. “And… has a huge cock.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm hmm. I can’t get enough of it,” I teased.
We separated quickly as Emily opened the restroom door. “Where’re we going, ladies?” she buzzed.
“I’m pretty tired,” Matt answered.
“Oh, no you don’t . I spent my Friday night watching a football game. The least you can do is buy me a motherfucking drink. I’m thirsty. Somewhere on Manchester? Please, please, please say the bear bar… bears love me.”
“He’s tired, Em,” I protested. “He just spent the last three hours out there.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. You and I will go then.”
“Please,” I whispered. Leaning into her ear, I continued, “If you let me take you home now, I promise I’ll make it up to you tenfold, okay?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to go home though. Drop me off at Kenny’s, okay?”
“Kenny?” I complained.
Kenny Todd and Emily had been on and – mostly – off since high school. He had limited goals, which included living in his parents’ basement in Arnold at nearly twenty-three years old.
“What? I’m horny.”
“Fine.” I turned to Matt. “I have to drive her to Arnold. Meet me at my place in an hour?”
“Okay.”
He looked over at Emily, a careful desperation in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, so I beat him to the punch. His lips were soft and wet, even if they only met mine for a fraction of a second. “See you soon.”
♂♂
“Man, you’ve got it bad,” she announced, turning the radio off.
She had flipped stations for nearly twenty minutes, but gave up a few minutes away from Kenny’s place.
“I do,” I admitted. “I love him.”
“Shit.” She laughed and unzipped her bag, digging in the bottom before producing a tube of lip gloss.
He let out a low whistle. “You should change that.”
“Doug!” the woman next to him barked.
He laughed and extended his hand to me. “We haven’t really met. Doug Pearson.”
I took his hand and shook it, careful to put some brawn into the greeting. “Fin MacAuliffe.”
“Theatre, right?”
I flushed again, but kept my composure. “Music, mainly.”
“Political Science,” he responded.
I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Eden knows everyone.”
He winked at me after glancing at the woman to his left. “I know.”
What did that mean?
Emily plopped down next to me and clasped my arm again, linking her hand over my bicep. “What did I miss?” she asked.
“This is Doug Pearson. He teaches Political Science. This is my friend, Emily Summers.”
She nudged me with her hip and leaned in to kiss my lips briefly. “He’s so modest.”
Jesus Christ, Em. I said they didn’t know about me and Matt , not that I needed a beard.
I looked onto the field briefly, locking eyes with Matt. He held a clipboard and was tapping it steadily with a pen.
He was… not happy.
Shit.
I pulled her arm from mine. “I need to use the restroom,” I mumbled.
I took my time in there, studying my dull brown eyes in the mirror. Doug opened the door, his smile bright when he spotted me. “Fin, your girl Emily is fucking hot.”
“She’s not my—” I started to protest.
Matt opened the door at the same time. “Yeah,” he responded, walking up to the urinal behind me. “She is hot. Where’d you score a girl like that?” He faced the wall, not making eye contact with me.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” I finished. I washed my hands in the sink and turned toward Doug. “I already have a boyfriend .”
With that, I walked out, leaving Matt wearing a shy smile on his lips.
♂♂
“Boyfriend?” he whispered, looking over his shoulder for prying eyes. “Should I be jealous of this guy?”
I nodded. “He’s very handsome,” I responded. “And… has a huge cock.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm hmm. I can’t get enough of it,” I teased.
We separated quickly as Emily opened the restroom door. “Where’re we going, ladies?” she buzzed.
“I’m pretty tired,” Matt answered.
“Oh, no you don’t . I spent my Friday night watching a football game. The least you can do is buy me a motherfucking drink. I’m thirsty. Somewhere on Manchester? Please, please, please say the bear bar… bears love me.”
“He’s tired, Em,” I protested. “He just spent the last three hours out there.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. You and I will go then.”
“Please,” I whispered. Leaning into her ear, I continued, “If you let me take you home now, I promise I’ll make it up to you tenfold, okay?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to go home though. Drop me off at Kenny’s, okay?”
“Kenny?” I complained.
Kenny Todd and Emily had been on and – mostly – off since high school. He had limited goals, which included living in his parents’ basement in Arnold at nearly twenty-three years old.
“What? I’m horny.”
“Fine.” I turned to Matt. “I have to drive her to Arnold. Meet me at my place in an hour?”
“Okay.”
He looked over at Emily, a careful desperation in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, so I beat him to the punch. His lips were soft and wet, even if they only met mine for a fraction of a second. “See you soon.”
♂♂
“Man, you’ve got it bad,” she announced, turning the radio off.
She had flipped stations for nearly twenty minutes, but gave up a few minutes away from Kenny’s place.
“I do,” I admitted. “I love him.”
“Shit.” She laughed and unzipped her bag, digging in the bottom before producing a tube of lip gloss.
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