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First published May 8, 2013
"Stop making excuses for why you can’t let yourself have this. It’s not conventional but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. What’s more important? Loving the man that loves you, or trying to achieve this bullshit idea you have of what a perfect relationship is supposed to be?”
"His name is Liam, and he's from Boise. Tall. Dark brown hair. It's cut short and not all douche-y and hipster bang-y. Brown eyes. Really nice ass. Like, infinitely grab-able."
"Did he flirt with you, Dani? 'Cause you're blushing!"
I blush deeper. "Not really. Just...he kept up with me."
"This is from that redhead over at the end of the bar," [the server] says and then walks away.
Liam looks at me, his eyes sad.
I shrug. "Free liquor."
He holds it up. "To building a friendship." He takes a sip of the shot and then hands the glass to me. "Your share."
"You don't have to," I say, shaking my head.
Liam nudges it toward me.
"Please. What's mine is yours." I take hold of it and he sips his beer. He smiles. "With regards to pre-purchased movie tickets and shots from skanky redheads."
I finish the drink. "Skanky, huh? Sure I'm not cockblocking you?" And now I'm in wing-man mode, my default setting . Come hell or high water, one of us is getting laid tonight, and I guess my money's on Liam.
He sticks out his tongue. "Meh, I can skip the experience."
"Really?" I turn toward the bar to check out the redhead. She shoots me with a withering glare. Ha. "She looks like prime rebound material to me. You could hit that and walk away."
Again with the tongue. "Gross."
Are we in an alternate universe? "What are you talking about?"
"One night stands are gross." Liam levels his gaze at me. "I'm putting part of my body into someone else's body. That's not gonna happen five minutes after I meet you."
"You deserve to have someone who wants you every time you walk in the room."
"I need condoms," I announce, before noticing that people other than Kris and Cam are in the room.
Some douche stoner dude looks me up and down. "Why do you need condoms?"
“Stop making excuses for why you can’t let yourself have this. It’s not conventional but that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. What’s more important? Loving the man that loves you, or trying to achieve this bullshit idea you have of what a perfect relationship is supposed to be?”
“His short brown hair has a wave to it, but he’s got it cut conservatively. None of that weirdness that looks like the guy’s had all of his hair sucked forward in a vacuum.”
“I was a choice. This beautiful, kind, funny boy chose me.”
“‘Can I be super lame and ask you to take my picture with—’
Liam’s phone makes a clicking sound. ‘On it. Now smile for this one, ‘cause you were talking during that one.’”
“‘How’re you doing?’
The question hangs there in the air until I give in to the need to give my blanket answer. ‘Fine.’
‘Fine as in satisfied and spent or fine as in freaking out and thinking I’m going to sneak out in the middle of the night?’
I clear my throat. ‘Second choice.’”
“‘Dani?’ he says softly.
I nod. ‘I’m fine.’
‘First choice?’
‘First choice.’”
"His name is Liam, and he's from Boise. Tall. Dark brown hair. It's cut short and not all douche-y and hipster bang-y. Brown eyes. Really nice ass. Like, infinitely grab-able."
"Did he flirt with you, Dani? 'Cause you're blushing!"
I blush deeper. "Not really. Just...he kept up with me."
"This is from that redhead over at the end of the bar," [the server] says and then walks away.
Liam looks at me, his eyes sad.
I shrug. "Free liquor."
He holds it up. "To building a friendship." He takes a sip of the shot and then hands the glass to me. "Your share."
"You don't have to," I say, shaking my head.
Liam nudges it toward me.
"Please. What's mine is yours." I take hold of it and he sips his beer. He smiles. "With regards to pre-purchased movie tickets and shots from skanky redheads."
I finish the drink. "Skanky, huh? Sure I'm not cockblocking you?" And now I'm in wing-man mode, my default setting . Come hell or high water, one of us is getting laid tonight, and I guess my money's on Liam.
He sticks out his tongue. "Meh, I can skip the experience."
"Really?" I turn toward the bar to check out the redhead. She shoots me with a withering glare. Ha. "She looks like prime rebound material to me. You could hit that and walk away."
Again with the tongue. "Gross."
Are we in an alternate universe? "What are you talking about?"
"One night stands are gross." Liam levels his gaze at me. "I'm putting part of my body into someone else's body. That's not gonna happen five minutes after I meet you."
"You deserve to have someone who wants you every time you walk in the room."
"I need condoms," I announce, before noticing that people other than Kris and Cam are in the room.
Some douche stoner dude looks me up and down. "Why do you need condoms?"