The Exception to the Rule

by Christina Lauren

Without question.

What I want to be doing is chilling back in my bedroom, eating delivery soup dumplings, and continually rereading C’s inexplicably sexy “Without question” email.

“I could ride you. I’d ride you so good, Cally.”

PLEASE STOP RN

The words You give such good dick seem to reverberate between us.

He came out looking like an A+ sex stud, and I came out looking like Gollum curled around her bottle of wine.

I wanted to see her again. Immediately. I have this buzzed, vibrating feeling in my limbs. No matter how fantastical it sounds, it feels like we were destined to run into each other in some truly unbelievable way.

I want to soak up every physical detail about her now that she’s right here in front of me:

“Do you ever have a feeling about someone? Like they’re your safe space and, I don’t know, like someday it could be more?”

But the thing is, when she looks up at me and our eyes lock, I’m pretty sure she has a feeling about me, too.

“I don’t normally kiss before the first date,” I tell him. “But you’re the exception to the rule.”