“What about you?”
“I’m a Bio and Neuroscience major on the med-school route.”
“Wow, a med-student.”
“Hopefully. I’m applying this Spring, so I’ll be in med school in a few years if I’m lucky.”
“I have a feeling you’ll get in.”
“You don’t even know me.” I laugh. “How can you be so sure.”
“I don’t know. There’s just something about you.” I hide a smile as he takes a swig of his beer. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” I respond.
“I was thinking some nachos.” He flips over the menu. “And maybe some chicken wings. You aren’t a vegetarian, right?”
“Not even close. Nachos and chicken wings sound perfect.”
He signals to the bartender so we can put in some food.
This birthday is turning out to be pretty promising, even though I thought today was gonna be complete shit. Every so often, though, Oliver will say something or do something that reminds me of Zeke. Causing me to think about our night together.
“Do you want anything else?” he asks, and I shake my head. He closes his tab, and once he has his card back, he looks over at me.
“Wanna get out of here?” I don’t think it’s too forward. We’ve been sitting together for nearly two hours, talking and eating. Sometimes, we don’t even finish our first round before leaving.
“What’d you have in mind?” He scoots closer to me. Close enough that I could lean forward and press my lips against his.
“My place is right around the corner.” I hop off my stool and head out of the bar. I don’t even look to see if he’s following behind me because I know he is.
They always are.
Fuck.” He groans as he relaxes on top of me. Our bodies are covered with a thin layer of sweat, our chests rapidly rising and falling.
Fuck is right. It was great, phenomenal, even. Oliver wasn’t much of a talker like Tucker, and he actually got me to cum, unlike many before Tucker, but as much as I hate to admit it… something was missing.
He did everything right, but it wasn’t Earth-shattering. God, what a stupid way to describe sex. Earth-shattering. But I didn’t feel the orgasm in every nerve ending of my body, not like I did with Zeke.
And there it is. Zeke Harris. The stupid fucker who I’m thinking about while another guy’s inside of me.
“I needed this.” Oliver rolls onto his back. “I’ve been so busy with school that I haven’t done this in a while and, fuck, am I happy it was with you.”
You’d never be able to tell that he hasn’t had sex in a while. Not that I compare the people I’ve slept with, but Oliver woulddefinitely be in the top two. He'd be my number one if I hadn’t slept with Zeke. I might’ve even broken my no-strings rule for him.
“I needed that, too,” I sigh. “A lot.”
“Happy to be of service.” He leaves my bed and searches the room for his underwear before pulling them on. The rest of his clothes quickly follow.
I sit up against the headboard and watch him pull on his shoes.
“Heading out?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he begins. “Shit, I hope you don’t mind. After the no-strings talk, I assumed you’d want me out of here once we were done.”
“I guess I’m just not used to a guy taking the initiative to leave.” I chuckle. “It’s kind of a shock to my system.”
And now I’m starting to sound like Zeke. He expects the girls he sleeps with to come back and try to convince him to be something more, and now I’m sitting here confused that I don’t have to force a guy out of my place and that he’s leaving, no questions asked.