Psyched (Taboo 101 #2) by Havana Scott

Author:Havana Scott [Scott, Havana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B071G35QPV
Publisher: Alienhead Press
Published: 2017-06-04T23:00:00+00:00

12

ROMAN

That wall she put up to stay away from me? Gone, for the most part.

Alice comes over every day after work and class now, and I won’t lie—I do love it. We have the kind of after-work hours I need: walking into the house together, throwing down our things in silence. Sometimes we get straight to vegging on the couch, sometimes to having sex, sometimes watching her sketch with charcoal, sometimes to making dinner while music plays. My favorite is the lasagna she learned to make from her mother. My other favorite is her sloppy blowjobs.

Lasagna and Blowjobs. Sounds like a great album.

No questions, no more jealousy over clients—just perfect evening after perfect evening. It’s almost too good to be true. In the two weeks since our first official date, we’ve gotten along awesomely, but I won’t hold my breath. Cognitively, I know the truth—relationships start out strong, then slowly they collapse. But I also know that sometimes there’s magic, and maybe Blondie is the woman to change all that. It’s not fair to compare her to Bridget just because things didn’t work out.

So I just enjoy. Right now, we watch the newest Doctor Who episode, the one where Nardole accompanies the Doctor and Bill to a space station to answer a distress call. Most of the crew have been killed by their smartsuits, but they’re the only source of oxygen left, so everyone has no choice but to wear them. I love when she laughs. It’s this tiny giggle, and it’s the cutest darn thing you’ve ever heard.

“You know what would be so cool?” Blondie says during commercial break, her smooth legs lying in my lap. “To be that guy.”

“Who, the Doctor? Well, yeah.”

“No. The guy who gets to build the TARDIS for the show. The guy who gets to actually make those buttons and panels.” Her blue eyes reflect the TV screen, making them seem even brighter and her more enthusiastic about the topic.

“Who says it’s a guy? Maybe it’s a girl. Maybe…it’s an alien,” I say in my most dramatic voice.

She slaps my arm. “Maybe…you’re a dork.”

“Self-admittedly, I am.” I smile. “Keep talking.”

“Like, who decides how many holes the set designers have to punch into that sheet metal?” She flings her water bottle around for emphasis, enthusiasm exuding from her pores. “Who gets to build the control panel, the walls, or the temporal vortex transducer in the middle?”

“Is that the official term?”

“I say it is.”

“Brilliant.” I sip from my elixir over ice. “And who gets to build that room the actors get in to shake them up like they’re being tossed around through time and space?”

“Exactly!” Her eyes bug out. I was kidding, but I can see she’s not. “Whoever gets to decide that in a meeting, whoever gets to design and execute that—I want that job.”

I stare at her. “You should look into a career in set design. I mean, holy shit, Blondie, I’ve never seen your eyes light up that way talking about building overpriced cars.

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