Love and the Library by Lauren Connolly

Author:Lauren Connolly [Connolly, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-949794-06-9
Publisher: Lauren Connolly

12

HANNAH

My cheeks are going to set off all the fire alarms in this place. I said it out loud, and from Nathan’s slapped in the face expression, I have no doubt that he heard me.

Holy hell, why couldn’t I just stick to the jokes? There was no earthly reason for me to tell Nathan Cooper that I was bad in bed. A better route would’ve been to just never sleep with him.

That seems like a forgone conclusion now.

Once he collects his jaw off the floor, he’ll either punch me in the shoulder like a buddy and tell me that I’ll find the right guy someday or he’ll make some excuse to run like I’m showing the beginning symptoms of the plague.

Good-bye, one person I’ve started to feel comfortable around.

Maybe Carl would be up for hanging out?

“Why do you think that?” Lucifer digs me out of my pit of self-despair with his question.

The sound of my high school boyfriend’s voice echoes in my head.

“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.”

“How am I supposed to know you like it?”

“You’re not doing it right.”

“My ex told me.”

I swear every set of ears in the coffee shop is angled toward our table. Maybe that’s my paranoia, but the girls sitting behind us were having a super-animated conversation just a minute ago, weren’t they? The idea of everyone in the vicinity hearing my humiliation over their morning caffeine hit makes my muscles twitch in discomfort.

“What did he say?” Nathan asks.

“Can we not talk about this here?” I know my voice comes out snappier than I want it to, but he’s poking at a bruise with a sharp stick while in front of an audience.

“Let’s go for a walk then.”

“Huh?”

But he’s already up, pulling me along with him, abandoning our table to the vultures. As Nathan drags me through the exit, I catch up—at least mentally.

He wants me to talk about it. My bedroom performance. Or really, my lack thereof.

I glance around for a conveniently dug hole for me to bury my head in. Unfortunately, the university’s lawns are pristine, offering no places to hide.

“Okay, Shorty, spill it. What did that fuckwad tell you, and why did you listen to him?”

“He’s not a fuckwad!” Not at first.

Derrick started out as my lab partner sophomore year of high school. We would joke and pass notes while the teacher was talking. When we started dating, it was easy. And when we slept together after junior prom, I thought everything was still good.

And for a while, it was.

Until it wasn’t.

“Convince me. Because right now, he sounds like a major douche bag.” Nathan keeps his steps shorter, so I don’t have trouble keeping up. He swings our joined hands like we’re going on a pleasant jaunt around campus.

“We got along really well. We had fun together. I don’t regret dating him.” I can hear the defensiveness in my tone.

He ignores it, taking a casual sip of his coffee and pointedly not responding.

My sigh comes out all huffy. “I thought the sex was good.

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