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“You can deny all you want but the chemistry was literally off the charts. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I hold my hands up in surrender, needing a distraction from the reminder of what it felt like to be around him. “All right, enough about me. What about you, Iz? Got a new flavor of the week?”
“Yeah,” she says, scowling into her drink, “but I think it’s time to end it.”
“How long did this one last?” Carly asks, a knowing smile on her face.
“Two days.”
I choke on my drink as laughter bubbles out of me, and when I’m finally done coughing, I grin at her. “That a new record?”
“Yes. I need to stop being so interesting and good in bed, and maybe they’ll last a little longer. Two freaking days of mind blowing sex and this guy is telling me that he’s falling in love with me.”
“Always so humble,” Carly mutters, and Izzy flashes her a grin. I smile and look over to the dance floor, my face falling when I make eye contact with Troy and he waves at me. He starts moving closer, and I turn back to the girls.
“Shit,” I hiss, and they both look at me with concern. “Troy is here, and he’s coming over.”
“Troy?” Izzy asks, and Carly fights back a smile.
“Troy from date number one?” she asks, and I nod, wishing a hole would open up and swallow me. Izzy starts smirking, and I glare at both of them.
“This is not funny,” I hiss, and they laugh.
“Hey, Ali!” Troy says, stepping up beside me, and I plaster on a smile as I turn to him.
“Troy! Hey, how are you?”
He grins and throws an arm over my shoulders that I immediately want to throw off. “Real good now that you’re here.”
Oh, Jesus Christ, shoot me now.
“Shit, what did you do to your knee?” he asks, pointing down to my injured leg.
“Got tackled by a dog.”
“No shit?” he asks, and I’m not really sure how to respond.
“Yep. Pretty crazy.” I look to Izzy or Carly for help. Izzy is sitting in her chair with her chin propped up in her hand as she watches us. She catches my eye and bats her eyelashes at me.
I swear to God, I’m going to kill her.
Troy maneuvers himself between me and the table so I have no choice but to look up at him as he grins down at me. “So, what do you say you and me get out of here? We can pick up where our last date left off.”
His gaze drops down my body, letting me know exactly what he means by that, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
“Sorry, she can’t,” Izzy cuts in, and I rethink killing her. “It’s girls’ night. No sausage allowed.”
Carly’s hand flies to her mouth, and she looks away quickly to hide her laughter. I shrug up at Troy, fighting off a smile of my own. “Sorry, you heard her.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure we can make an exception to the rule.” He winks, and I want to gag.
“Dude, is there something you’re not getting about no sausage allowed? Unless you’ve got a secret in those jeans, you’re not welcome.”
He steps to the side so he can glance over at her and smirk. “Oh, I’ve got something for you.”
She rolls her eyes and nods. “Sure ya do, cowboy. Is it gonna be one of those things where I have to guess if it’s a tiny dick or a huge clit?”
I spray my drink across the table, and Carly throws her head back in laughter, unable to stop herself. All the while, Izzy just sits in her chair with a proud smirk on her face.
