Chapter 22

I didn’t answer.

He hopped off his metallic beach cruiser.

“Did you thank your mom for sending over the cake?” I asked.

“Sure. So, did you?”

“What?”

“Get laid,” he groaned, prodding me with the handlebars of the cruiser.

“You should get a basket for it,” I said, pushing back.

“And a bell and tassels. You’re dodging.”

I shook my head. “Not at all. My sex life is off limits.”

“C’mon.”

“What?”

He looked over the rim of his extra-large sunglasses. “You got some.” When I didn’t answer, he changed the subject. “Igot fucked last night.”

“So? How was it…your first time?”

Chad laughed. “I wanted you to be the first, but—”

“You digress,” I said, hiding a smile.

“What’s ‘digress’?”

“Go on,” I urged.

“There’s a soccer tournament this weekend.”

My stomach dropped.

Chad looked at me. “What? He was super fucking hot, and you know how I’m into accents.”

“You’re into dick.”

He laughed. “This guy, he got me on his bus. Thought I was another player.”