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  But I can’t really think of anything but Ryan.

  Ryan: I am exhausted. I just blew off my uncle. Which, let me tell you, I don’t do, and he will probably bitch at me tonight.

  I can’t stop myself from quirking my lips.

  Me: I’m sorry.

  Ryan: Yeah, it’s all your fault.

  Me: LOL! You didn’t have to leave.

  Me: We were supposed to sleep.

  Ryan: While you are absolutely right, I planned poorly and forgot to bring extra pants. I should have known better. My smoking hot girlfriend + me = a mess in my pants.

  Ryan: BTW, it came out in the wash.

  Me: That’s why you’re tired. You did laundry last night.

  Ryan: Damn right, I did! Those are the only pair I have. What would I say to DJ? Sorry, smoking hot girl made me come in my pants.

  I snort with laughter, holding my gut as my giggles fill the space I’m in.

  Me: I’m pretty sure that would be a very memorable conversation and might give you the edge.

  Ryan: Hell, I don’t need an edge. I’m awesome, but I don’t need that job full time. NHL baby, NHL.

  Me: WOO! Go, Ryan, go!

  Ryan: And now I’m picturing you in a cheerleading outfit. That ass. Spanks. Short skirt… I might ruin another pair of pants.

  When he sends me an emoji of an eggplant with water drops beside it, my cackle is loud. He makes my stomach hurt. I lean my head back, laughing as I shake my head. He is impossible, but I absolutely love it.

  Before I can text him back, Amelia falls onto the ledge beside me, shaking her head. “I want to go home.”

  I lean into her, letting my phone fall between us. “Sorry. You don’t have to stay. I can do it by myself.”

  She shakes her head, though. She blows a stray hair out of her eyes and then looks over at me. “I’m good. So, since we can finally breathe, I was surprised I didn’t see Ryan this morning.”

  I try to hold back my smile. “Yeah, he left last night.”

  “Oh? I thought he was staying the night?”

  “Yeah, well…” I pause, and the giggle that leaves my lips doesn’t sound like me. But all I can think about is how he walked, wide-legged, holding the crotch of his pants out as he left. “He had to go change his pants.”

  Amelia looks at me, her eyes scrutinizing mine. She must realize what I’m saying because her lips curl in disgust. “Ew, that’s gross.”

  I didn’t think so. I thought it was kind of hot. “You asked.”

  “You know, I thought I could handle hearing about you and Ryan together. I don’t think I can,” she decides, and I pucker my lips out at her.

  “But who am I supposed to talk to, then?”

  “Ugh,” she groans. “Why can’t you have other friends?”

  “You monopolize me.”

  “I do,” she agrees. “Okay, fine. So things went well?”

  I sigh dreamily. “Things were absolutely amazing.”

  “Okay, come out of the orgasm cloud and focus,” she teases, and I grin. “Did y’all get it done?”

  I shake my head. “No, just fooling around.”

  “Oh. Well, that’s a good start.”

  It was a great start, but I want so much more. I bite my lip. I wanted to ask Ryan last night, but I had already embarrassed myself enough. I still can’t believe I said “oh” when I saw his dick. It was just so massive. I didn’t expect it to be so big or so hard. I felt like it was staring at me, beckoning to me, and the first thing that came to my mind was oh. I’m sure that little word did wonders for his ego. “So, I have a question.”

  “Okay, hold on.” She closes her eyes. “Think of Justin Timberlake. No, Ryan Reynolds. No, mmm, Vaughn Johansson…mmm,” she moans, and I scrunch up my face.

  “Huh?”

  She peeks over to me with one eye. “I’m thinking of Vaughn Johansson, superhot hockey player with these eyes and this jaw. Rawr.”

  I’m completely confused. “Why?”

  “So that when you ask me this question, I don’t see my brother.”

  “Oh, that’s smart.”

  “Thank you. Proceed,” she says, waving her hand with a little contented grin on her face.

  I laugh. “Do you want me to give you a few moments?”

  She laughs. “Nope, I’d want a few hours with this fantasy, so go ahead and ask.”

  Hours? Jeez.

  I roll my eyes. “So how do I go about giving him a blow job?”

  When she gags, I give her a dry look. “Fantasy gone. All I see is you on your knees in front of my brother. Ew. Double ew.”

  “Are you done?” I ask, annoyed, and she shakes her head.

  “Unfortunately not, but here we are.”

  I feel stupid. “Really.”

  She looks put out, but she brought this on herself. “You just take his cock and put it in your mouth.”

  I continue to chew on my lip. “But then what?”

  She gags once more. “Okay, Sof, I can’t tell you my tricks ’cause Ryan will know you asked me, and then it will ruin it for y’all. So my advice is to ask him.”

  My eyes widen. “Huh? Ask him?”

  “Yeah, get on your knees, put that ass in the air, and asks him how he wants you to suck him.”

  My jaw drops. “That works?”

  “Oh yeah, all day, every day. Dudes love it. That’s how I learned.”

  I cock my head to the side. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I was tired of not knowing how, so I dropped down between Drew’s legs and I said, tell me what to do. He ate that shit up and was coming within a minute.”

  My eyes widen. “What did you do with the stuff?”

  Holding my gaze, she waggles her brows at me. “You swallow it.”

  Now I’m gagging. “It’s all sticky!”

  “Yup, and not very tasty. Either that, or let him come all over your tits.”

  I reach up, holding my nonexistent chest. “I don’t have any!”

  She gives me an annoyed look. “Sofia, you have tits.”

  “Ew.”

  “Freaked out?”

  “Yup,” I answer, and she smiles. “But I just want to do it all already.”

  “I was the same way. I lost my virginity, gave head, and got eaten out all in the same day with Drew.”

  “In one sitting?”

  She laughs. “No! Gosh, you’re silly. Throughout the day. His parents were out of town, and we went at it all day.”

  She looks away, her jaw taut, and I have that feeling again that something is going on. “Was it fun?”

  “Yeah, it was,” she answers, moving her fingers into her apron. “Sometimes I miss doing it with him.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I miss Ryan,” I admit, and she grins. “I just want to do it with him. Get it done. I want him.”

  She tries not to gag, but I know she wants to. “Aw, you’re so cute, all infatuated with him and stuff,” she teases.

  I sigh loudly. “It’s more than that. He’s a wonderful guy.”

  “For sure. It all seems so raw at first. This need to just be with them and consume them. Believe me, I know,” she says softly, and then she shrugs. “I don’t think you ever forget that feeling. I sure didn’t.”

  I watch her for a moment, and she looks so sad. Something is seriously going on. “I don’t want to forget it,” I say, and she wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “Is that wrong?”

  “Not at all, but like I said, be careful. You have to remember his big break is coming. I can feel it.”

  Her eyes are serious, and I nod. I assume she’s speaking of the NHL, and that bums me out. “I know.”

  “Good.”

  I hold her gaze. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  She rolls her eyes, letting her arms drop as she leans back. “It’s nothing.”

  “It’s something,”

  She toes the ground with her sneaker, tucking her hands into her apron once more a