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Some people come into your life for a reason, some a season, and some a lifetime.”
And how can people honestly expect a nineteen year old to know what she wants to do for the rest of her life and be happy with her decision?
“I…” I felt a sudden oncoming of sleep. “I think you’re sexy as fuck, and if you weren’t my best friend, and this wasn’t a dream, I’d totally fuck you right now… ” “Excuse me?” Everything went black.
I was pretty sure my vagina dried up like a desert and cried at that very moment, so I sat up before it could attempt to detach itself from my body and walk away for good.
“Do you also promise to never talk about it, or let it happen again because we don’t want to lose each other as friends, and we both know that sex ruins friendships? Undeniably and inevitably ruins them?”
Regardless of what I’d said to Arizona at her place, it was going to take a hell of a lot for me to forget last night for a number of reasons: One, it was hands down the best sex I’d ever had in my life. Two: Her soft pleas and moans were still playing through my mind on repeat. And three: I’d actually felt something while we were looking into each other’s eyes at one point, something that had never happened to me during sex before. Shit…
I guessed the dirty sex part about him was true, but a part of me couldn’t help but want to believe that last night was about a little something more than just sex. No, stop it…Just sex…Just friends…
“I recently had sex with someone who might’ve ruined me for all others.”
“Why am I friends with you again?” “Because no one else will put up with you.”
I was pretty sure I loved him, and not in the way I loved him before. This was different. This was “I needed to have him every hour of the day,” “be around him whenever I could”, and “do whatever I could to have him” type of way. From the way he looked at me, I could tell he felt the same.
“I love you.” She cut me off. “I’m in love with you, and I need you to know that…I think I’ve loved you for most of my life, and…Even though I’m going away today, I need to know if…I need to know if you feel the same.”
Even worse, I felt like the two of us were so fucking close that I had nobody else I could talk to about this. He was literally all I had.
“As far as Carter…” she said. “I need to get to the most important question out of the way…” “What question is that?” “How big is his cock?” She asked, deadpan, and I laughed for the first time in what felt like forever. “It’s big. Huge, actually.” “I knew it…”
“Carter,” I said, beating him to it. “Look—” “You honestly think I don’t love you, Ari?” “What?” “You heard me.” He raised his voice. “Do you honestly think that I don’t fucking love you?” “That’s what you said to me before I left, isn’t it? Why wouldn’t I believe it?” “Because deep down I know you’re smarter than that…” He hissed. “I also know you did not fly all the way here to blow me off and act like you don’t know me.”
“I love you.” He held me still and looked directly into my eyes. “I fucking love you, Arizona, and I always have…”
“If I’d told you that I loved you at that airport, you wouldn’t have gone to France. You would’ve stayed here, and I didn’t want that for you.”
