"…So what do we do now?" I finally asked, my voice low.
"…What?" she replied, barely moving.
"What's with the 'what'? You fucking know what I mean," I said, turning to face her.
Kelly kept her eyes glued to the ceiling, her lips pressed into a thin line as she spoke.
She didn't need to spell it out—I got it. We'd fucked around while we were buzzed, caught up in the heat of it all. But now that the high was fading, what was the plan? Where did this leave us?
"Dating's, uh… not really my thing," I said, trailing off as I rubbed my face.
If my buddy Jake heard me say that, he'd lose his shit—call me a lunatic for dodging a girl like Kelly. But I didn't want to date her. Truth is, I didn't want to date anyone right now. My head was too messed up, too tangled in real-world bullshit.
What about you, though? Out there in the real world, busy fucking around—maybe even banging some hotshot celebrity?