Then my mind drifted to all the ones Dean had left me with.
“Grace, get it together,” I muttered to myself. “He probably hasn’t thought about you once.”
I’d say this, and then think about him again. It was a brutal cycle, and I knew I was never allowed to have a one-night stand again.
I grabbed the shoes and brought them out to Jade. She walked right up to the checkout counter and handed me her card, knowing that I had her sizes memorized after all the years of being friends.
“What is it with men not being able to find the clitoris?” she asked.
I blinked at the abrupt topic change, but this wasn’t unusual for her.
Besides, the last man I’d been with had no trouble with that, but I didn’t need to be thinking of him.
“It might be too early in the morning to talk about this.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, you love it when I complain about men. You say it’s your time to live vicariously through someone.”
She was right, but I’d been off for months. I didn’t want her to notice that, though.
“Fine,” I said with a laugh.
She immediately dug in. “Do they purposefully miss it?”
“You just have to find the right guy,” I replied.
“Those are in short supply. I knew I should’ve found that hot electrician when he was here.”
My gaze shot up. “You were into him?”
“Uh,yeah.” She said it like it was obvious. “Who wasn’t? I’d give anything to know the size of that man and—wait, you’re blushing.”
“I’m not.” It was a lie. My cheeks were red.
“I should have brought him up sooner,” she said. “I was too busy sulking over Gabe.”
“No, you don’t need to bring him up.”
“Why? Are you trying to hide that you were into him too?”
“No,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “I definitely wasn’t.”
“You’re definitely lying. You can admit it. We all were into him.”
This was not how I wanted this to go. I needed to forget the whole thing, not talk about it.
“Hang on,” she said. “You’re acting super weird about him.”
“I’m really not.”
She gasped. “You are. Did you sleep with him?”
I hated it when she read me. She was one of the few who was sometimes right.
“You did!” She jumped up and down. “Please tell me he fucked hard.”
“Why do you need to know?” I nearly groaned.
“Because it’s time for you to contribute to our clit talks.”