Page 6 of A Constant Surprise

I lowered my voice, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because we’re friends. Friends help each other out.”

“We’re friends?” I found it hard to hide my skepticism.

He laughed. “Well, I thought we were.” He leaned close to me. “I know you try to hide from the world, Sam, but I see you. And I know you’re different, and I don’t want you to hide from me.”

I sat quietly not knowing what to say. His proposition was insane, right? I mean moving in with someone I barely knew was insane. And yet again, I found myself wondering why he was being so nice to me…someone who had always been kind of a bitch to him.

Plus, this was Tyler Wendell. The most rich and handsome man on campus, and I’m sure that me living here would cramp his style. His reputation of being a notorious ladies’ man was well-known.

Clearly seeing my inner turmoil, Tyler began went on. “Think about it like this: you need a place to live, and I’m looking for a roommate. It can get kind of lonely here in this big house.” He said the words with a smile, but the bit of sorrow in his eyes exposed some truth behind them.

“Let me think about it,” I said with a nervous grin.

“Promise you will actually think about it?”

“Promise.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes continuing to nurse our drinks. I could feel the whiskey setting in as everything started to feel fuzzy. I wasn’t drunk yet, but I could feel my inhibitions lowering.

“It’s nights like these that I wish I had a boyfriend.”

He chuckled. “Why? Wouldn’t some asshole guy just make your life more difficult?”

“Well, probably, but who says he would be an asshole?”

He shrugged. “Most of us are.”.

“Good point, but I guess it would be nice to have someone to talk to when I’ve had a bad day.”

“Well, you’re talking to me.”

“Someone to fuck me and make me forget about this awful day. Ugh, I miss sex.”

What was I saying? Where were these feelings of wanting a boyfriend coming from? I never yearned for a boyfriend, and why the hell was I talking to Tyler Wendell about sex or my lack thereof?

I had no idea, but my hormones clearly had taken the lead as my brain sat in the backseat, and I couldn’t deny that an orgasm would help my foul mood. For me, sex usually had a very negative connotation associated with it. It’d be nice to change that.

“Hey Tyler, what if you and I had sex?”

He started coughing on the sip he just took.

“What?”

“I mean what if you and I just had some fun for the night?”

He shook his head. “You don’t mean that. You’re drunk.”

I scooted toward him. “Maybe a little tipsy, but not drunk. Just tipsy enough to ask for what I want.”

He licked his lips. “And what is it that you want, Sam?”

“You and me. One night. No strings attached. Just sex. No feelings. And no kissing…makes things too intimate.”

Wow, I sound like a whore.

“Where is this coming from?” He skeptically asked.