Chapter FourteenNic
I pull open the microwave, and the smell of leftover pasta sauce makes my mouth water. There’s only one small serving left over from my date with Elle, and I figure I might as well eat it while I’m still in this post-Elle happiness haze. It feels a little like being drunk. Like I’m invincible. Like nothing in the whole f*****g world can touch me.
The only thing keeping this feeling from being the best thing ever? My d**k. He’s not happy with how last night ended.
Okay, maybe he’s not the only one.
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. I wanted her so badly last night. Walking her to her car instead of pounding her into a wall left me with a major case of blue balls. The worst part is I could tell that she wanted me too, and that only made the whole situat
