“You should get Alana to try it. You’ll fall in love, bro.”
I know that statement is as loose as Candy.
“I don’t need Alana to give me head to make me fall in love with her. I already am.” I down the last of the beer, trying to extinguish the words that are now burning my tongue. It’s the first time I’ve ever admitted that aloud.
“Yup,” Mac sighs. “You’ve been hooked on that one since the minute you saw her. My condolences.”
I punch him in the arm. “I think it’s time you go find Candy.”
“I think it’s time I go find Candy, too.” He grins deviously. “I have a hankering to make someone’s star-burst.”He licks his lips, and that is just one too many Candy references for me.
“Go, please. And make sure she’s bursting behind closed doors. I don’t want another repeat of you and the spin cycle.”
“Oh yeah,” Mac brags dreamily. “Another great place to get head. And hey,” he accuses, “those doors were closed.”
“The laundry room is a public domain. It doesn’t count.”
Mac snarls at me. “You really need to get laid. You’re cranky and no fun.”
“Am not.”
“Are too, Mister My-favorite-place-to-fuck-is-a-Dunkin-Donuts’-bathroom.”
“We didn’t have any other place to go,” I defend my actions.
“Doesn’t matter, still said it was your favorite place.”
I glare at him. “Are we done here?”
“I am.”
“Good. Get lost.”
“So youcan’tgo fuck?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” He smiles then clasps my hand as he stands up. “Don’t worry about your girl. Things will work out,” he assures me as he disappears into the house.
“Right,” I mutter, dropping my head back against the wall after he’s gone.
A few moments later, I’m miserably peeling the label off my beer bottle when I notice the shower is off, so I decide to face the inevitable.
This is definitely not how I pictured this night going.
I walk into the room to find Alana standing by the bathroom door dressed only in a towel and a bewildered expression on her face.
“What’s up?” I tentatively amble closer to her.
“Is that what you wanted to hear?” she asks randomly, tracking my every step.
“I don’t understand the question,” I reply curiously.
“You said you loved me.”
My breath catches, and I stop moving.
“You overheard my conversation?”