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He shrugged. “Most hockey boys are unapologetic sluts. I don’t know why. Probably has something to do with leaving home so young, being naked around other guys all the time. I’m not really sure, to be honest with you.”
“Shit. So how far did you go? Like, did you ever…”
“No, never. A couple of guys tried, but I said no. A lot of kissing. So much kissing. Touching, hand jobs, a few BJ’s. No, I never gave one.”
“I bet you’d be really good at it. I mean, your lips. And that tongue of yours.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“So have you…with anyone recently?”
“Nah. Not since college.”
“And is there, um, anyone who you’d maybe wanna…”
“Amara? Hayes still isn’t happening.”
“Damn.” She shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
Ryan nudged her, pointed to the front seat, and giggled as he overheard Osi arguing with the driver about something. “Oh, everyone say is best show ever, but this is number one bullshit!”
“I like that. ‘Number one bullshit.’ I’m definitely adding that into the rotation,” she laughed.
“He says that all the time. It’s hilarious. He gets pissed on the ice? ‘This is number one bullshit!’ So funny. Hey, can I ask you something?” Ryan interrupted Amara’s scrolling through the story comments, which were up to 13 now.
“What’s up?”
“So, what exactly is it about Hayes that does it for you?”
She exaggerated disgust. “Tyler doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Hey: we said we were gonna be honest with each other, right?”
“Fine. Honestly? I don’t wanna talk to you about this.”
“Come on. I need to know why you look at him the way you do. It’s not for me. It’s for my anxiety. Please?” He feigned puppy eyes.
"Man, you really love talking about him, don't you?" She sighed, fidgeting with her clutch in her lap. “Fine. Since we’re being honest: I think it’s his confidence. He is so fucking confident, especially for someone his age. He seems like he could really take control of…things. What do you guys call it, BDE? And he’s beautiful. Not perfect like you, but beautiful in his own way. He’s brutally honest and doesn’t sugarcoat anything, which is kinda hot. And…”
“Alright, OK, stop. Sorry I asked.” Ryan waved his hands uncomfortably. “Have you done anything with him, Amara? Even before we started dating. Anything at all?”
She shook her head intently. “Absolutely not. Tyler Hayes is a perfect gentleman if you must know,” she lamented, thinking about how she’d come on to him the other night at his front door after finding the subreddit post, and how he’d sent her home. “He really is.”
He grabbed her hand as the Uber pulled up to the club’s entrance. “Hey. Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight. OK? If it works out, we’ll deal with it.” He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently and squeezing. “But let’s just have fun together. I wanna have a good time with you.”
She smiled. “OK.”
???
“You get used to it!”
Amara could barely hear herself think over the excruciatingly loud EDM pumping to the point that she could feel it in her bones.
A younger, very attractive blonde woman wearing way too much makeup had taken a seat next to her at the bar, where Amara had gone for a break after dancing nonstop with Ryan for the last hour or so. Memory foam or not, her feet were literally about to die.
“I’m sorry?” she shouted to the woman, taking another sip of her third whiskey on the rocks.
The woman leaned in right up against her ear. She still had to yell, but not as loud. “I see you staring at him, all those girls all over him. You just have to change your mindset.” She reached a hand out. “I’m Natasha. Conner Dales’s fiancé. Dalesy?”
