Don’t hate me. I promise promise promise, I second I have a firm release date for this book, I will post it. In the meantime I come with a peace offering. Another excerpt. Thank you for your patience. You guys are the absolute best!
Still? I almost laugh at that. I was never hung up on him to begin with, that was the problem. Oh, I love it that Troy thinks he has it all figured out. Steve’s the guy I dated before Colin. We went out for six months and I broke it off after we had sex.
Not. A. Coincidence.
We had sex the one time. It took him six months to get me into bed and then he starts talking about us moving in together senior year. One time. Does that really sound like a girl who’s going to shack up after dating less than a year? Not even close.
Obviously Steve wasn’t the right guy for me. I was still getting over what happened between me and you-know-who and poor Steve ended up being on the wrong end of the rebound stick. As it now stands, I’ve only had sex with one guy in two years. Only one guy and one time—since Troy.
Sigh. I know, it’s pathetic. Which is why I need to get back on the horse and ride that bad boy into the ground, bronco style.
“Listen, Troy, I’m not talking to you about my love life, ’kay?” I cross my arms over my chest, a clear indication that the subject is closed. Permanently.
When and who I have sex with is none of his business, I don’t care how long we’ve been friends. We crossed a never-should-have-been-crossed line in our friendship twice—three times if you count today—but that shit’s not going to happen again. That’s a lesson I had to learn the hard way…Troy Ridgewood style.
What’s that saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you caught me at a weak moment when I thought you’d come to your senses and realized how much you wanted to be with me. But fool me any time after that and I’ll pull up my big-girl panties, bend over, and take the well-deserved, hard kick in the ass like a woman.