Page 2 of Risky Little Affair

Three days sounds like a lifetime the way he says it. It’s been two months since they started… what do you even call it? Dating? Sort of. Seeing each other? That’s a little more accurate.

“Plus,” Dec continues, slapping me on the back before taking a seat at the island, “you missed the entire point of this conversation. The girl who makes you want to change your ways is not going to be a quick fuck. She’s going to be the one you want to spend hours pleasing but won’t be able to the first time because you’ll shoot your load so quick it’ll be over before it even begins. Which will only make you want to try again, and again. You’ll find yourself begging for more. And for the first time in your life, you’ll be at the mercy of a woman, and you won’t care.”

Never. Gonna. Happen.

But I keep that thought to myself because it’s much more fun to tug at the threadbare rope Kendall has tied around him right now. Leaning on my elbows, I smirk at him as I ask, “Are you sure that pep talk wasn’t more for you than for me? Do you have the jitters about this weekend? Are you worried you’re going to come in your pants and Kendall’s going to leave you?”

Declan lets out a hearty laugh, but I can hear that it’s forced. He is nervous. For some reason, I feel like he should be. Two months of craving something, dreaming about it, getting close enough to touch but not taste it... it’s enough to drive a man insane. Hell, the first time she touches him he’ll probably explode right in her hand.

And I can’t wait to hear all about his misfortune.

Hold it over his head for years to come.

Tell his future son about the unfortunate moment.

And if Kendall just so happens to be Declan’s wife someday, it’ll just make the story that much more fun to tell. Knowing her, she’ll back me up, much to Declan’s dismay.

Now I have something to look forward to this weekend.

Because the alternative is to look forward to sharing a tent with Kendall and Lo’s friend, Alexis. Not that I mind sharing. I volunteered to share with her since we’re short one. But being that she’s a girl, that means there’s no chance I’ll be able to find someone to hook up with this weekend. Unless I go back to the girl’s tent …

Now there’s a novel idea.

I mean, I never bring them back to my place anyway. I always go to their apartment or dorm. I sneak in and out. For multiple reasons. First and foremost, I don’t want them to know where I live. That’s a door I don’t want to open. Even if they agree to a clean break, there’s no guarantee they won’t drop by unannounced.

Hell, some of them text me regularly just so I don’t forget about them.

Which is why I’m so surprised I can’t remember what’s-her-name. Good looking girl. Golden brown eyes. Firm ass. Greeted me at the door wearing nude-colored lingerie with a shot of tequila in each hand.

I can remember all that but not her name.

“You spaced out again, man. I don’t even know why I try and talk to you sometimes.”

“Sorry. I’m trying to remember this girl’s name. I can see her face,” Dec lifts his brow as I continue, “and the rest of her, but I can’t remember her name. It’s something normal like Jenny or Sara or Heather. You know, one of those names that a million other girls have.”

“Are you talking about the girl you went out with a couple weeks ago? The one you fell asleep next to and almost didn’t sneak out before sunrise? You know, about the time you turn into a vampire.”

Asshole. I mentally add a tally mark to his column even though I don’t want to.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Her name was Charity I think.”

This time I say it out loud. “Asshole. How do you remember that? And how was I so far off?”

“Because you came in muttering something, and I thought you said she was a charity case. I smacked you for being a douche, and you clarified it was her name.”

I remember that morning as clear as day now. Waking up to the sound of my phone ringing. Dec was calling, worried since I hadn’t come home. He knows I never stay the night, so he thought something may have happened to me. Luckily, I was able to sneak out of her room, then her apartment without waking up any of her roommates.

I was blinded by the sunrise as I sped home because I couldn’t find my sunglasses, wanting nothing more than to crawl back in bed and forget the mistake I almost made.

Which, coincidentally, I did, at least for a little while. Three hours to be exact, and then I had to head to class.

“Why were you thinking about her?” he asks.

“I don’t even remember now.”

It’s a lie, but it’s probably not a good idea to tell him I’m planning to find a girl to hook up with this weekend who has her own tent. I can already hear the speech he would give me.