Wild Poppy by Victoria Johns & Victoria Johns

Author:Victoria Johns & Victoria Johns [Johns, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

I tried to imagine how we must have looked, both of us ramrod straight with a football field of space between us. I wore my panties and his T-shirt, while he was just in his boxers, which was pretty much the cruelest thing ever. He even knew it and apologized. The only thing missing from this whole scene was the long bolster cushion from the early 1900s that would keep us apart and protect me from losing my virtue.

“Were you this nervous the first time you were in a bed with a girl?” I asked, desperate to break the silence and awkwardness.

“Woman,” he corrected.

I huffed. “Whatever. Woman.”

“Nope. Was fourteen and about to fuck my ma’s friend. It was all I could to keep my beans in the can.”

Completely forgetting the acres of space, I turned to my side and leaned up on my elbow. “No way!”

“Yes way.”

“Isn’t that like... wrong?”

“Very. But enough about me, what about you?”

“I joined the big girls club after too much beer in the back of my neighbor’s pickup. There was no sleeping. Good job really, I puked.”

“In the pickup?”

I snorted. “Sorta. I was playing porn star. I’d snuck a look at some of my dad’s old VHS’s. You know, he used to hide them in the wall by the side of the fireplace.”

“Sneaky,” he agreed.

I was really getting into the conversation; it was fun. The day of connecting just got better and better. “I thought sex was all playboy bunny style and crazy high-pitched noises. You know bouncing on top and fake moaning. Before he could get his swimmers out of the hose, I puked. It was all that bouncing.” I laughed. “The motion did nothing for the spaghetti and tomato sauce I’d eaten.”

“Nice. But that doesn’t answer when you first shared a bed with someone.”

“College,” I replied.

“Lame.”

“I’ve got it—your job. You’re a gigolo.”

Fraser looked at me, his face hard and serious, and I really thought I’d guessed it, until his face cracked with a smile and he sat up, bending double, taking the covers with him. I couldn’t look at his face; I was too busy looking at everything else he gave me a glimpse of. He could barely get his words out. “When you do figure it out, remember this guess.”

“It’s not that funny.” I sounded like such a sore loser.

“It is. Goodnight, Penny.”

Fraser was still chuckling as he turned over and got comfortable.

I fell asleep wondering what I was missing, and thinking had this been another time or place, we could have been together and made a great couple.

The thought hit me like a hammer.

I wanted that.

For the first time since I’d faked my own death, I wanted something.

Maybe I’d feel differently in the morning, in the cold light of day. In fact, I hoped I did, because if I didn’t, I was in a whole world of trouble.

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