(Book Two) My name is...well you know my name and I think I'm gay. No, I'm sure of it. I'm in love with my best friend. She is wild, reckless, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I love her not just for her beauty but her soul. She pulled me...
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Chapter Ten continued...
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I don't know what Ari did with the rest of her afternoon. I barricaded myself in my room and tried not to think of toothbrushes. She'd absolutely ruined them for me. Toothbrushes weren't meant to be sexual they were meant for dental hygiene. Now every time I see a toothbrush or brush my teeth...ugh.
Why?
Charli would be here in about an hour or so. She's picking me up with a car. I'm excited. It sounds like we were going somewhere nice. Wine, fine crystal, and caviar. My first adult dinner date. He who-shall-not-be-named had taken me out to dinner a few times but to a diner or fast food joint. But if the dress is any indication of the restaurant this should be a blast.
The dress is stunning, elegant, and way out of my price range. You can always tell an expensive dress by the way it fits. There is no bunching of fabric or creases in the wrong places. It's seamless. Fits like a second skin curving to your body and accentuating all the right parts.
And the material is of high quality. It's not silky like the dress Ari had given me, but matte and textured. Bright red. Maybe a little too short. Well, not too short...just short. I could bend over without everyone seeing my ovaries. I'd checked.
I scrutinize myself in the mirror. I turn my head left and right. My makeup is perfect, my hair is on point. I'm all curves and legs. I smell amazing. I look fyre, but I don't know...
I place my hand on the mirror and touch the girl in it.
Where am I?
There is a knock on my door.
I look at my phone it's too early for it to be Charli. Which means it has to be Ari.
It's not that I'm avoiding her...but I'm avoiding her.
She'd seen me naked and I can remember her eyes on my body. And then the toothbrush incident, need I say more. My plan is to spend only little bits of time with her until she leaves again.
I open the door.
Ari is wearing the same outfit from this morning, only now her hair is down and framing her face. How is she beautiful in a grungy shirt and shorts? It doesn't seem fair. If there were a whole lineup of beautiful girls, with Ari and I dressed as we were right now, she'd still be picked as the prettiest girl every time. But maybe I'm biased.
