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Chapter 3 - He Did Not

Several days pass and all I can think about is Sean. I’ve had a crush on him for the longest time, but he’s never made a move. After spending so much time together—I thought it would be obvious I liked him.

One of the first places I saw him was the movie marathons the drama department always held. I loved going to those. We sat in the same row for the first movie and were reacting to the same parts. As the credits rolled, he introduced himself. From then on, we went to see the same films and ended up going for coffee at an all-night diner. Every time they announced a marathon, I would see him. It became a ritual to sit together, share popcorn, then go for a walk at the very least after.

I thought all of that was leading up to something. The last night of the summer carnival, I was hoping he’d ask me to go on rides or play games. Dylan was the one who showed interest instead. He even won a bear for me playing ring toss. At the end of the night—he kissed me on the Ferris wheel. It was a few weeks after that we started dating. I hadn’t thought of Sean much since then. Until the party...

Sean dancing with me in his Dracula costume is what lingers in my mind. Not Dylan’s sleazy ass. He hasn’t even bothered to call me. Honestly, I’m not that surprised. His reaction when we caught him at the party spoke volumes. Knowing him, he probably stayed with her instead of going home. My stomach turns remembering the scene I walked in on.

“What a fucking creep.”

I’m just coming back into the living room from dropping off my dishes in the kitchen sink when my phone on the coffee table buzzes. Someone is texting me. One look at my locked screen has me groaning. It’s Dylan.

“Hey, can you come over? We need to talk...”

“K. 😬 Where?”

“My house.”



Trudging to my room—I throw on a sweater and a pair of jeans. A dull ache fills my chest as I lean over to tie my tennis shoes. Maybe I should accidentally forget and not go. No, might as well get this over with. There’s no backing out now.


I’m a block away from his house and I still don’t have any idea what I’m going to say to him. What do I want to happen? Break up? Stay together? I guess that depends on what he did at the party after I yelled at him.

It takes quite a few knocks on his door to get him to answer. When he does, a blank stare greets me. Okay... Then he’s adjusting the cuffs on a dress shirt while he walks me inside to his living room. Staring at himself in the mirror, he keeps fussing with his clothes. I wonder what the fuck that’s all about. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I ask.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just meeting someone.”

“Um...okay. Who?”

“Doesn’t matter. Look, Gina...I think we should break up.”


“This isn’t really working out for me. We’re not right for each other. You must see that like I do.”

“Is this because I didn’t magically guess what your costume was going to be?”

“No, it’s because I made a mistake and you can’t seem to let it go. I need to be with someone better than that. This was a sign. That mishap with our costumes told me everything about us and where our relationship was going.”

I can’t believe this crap is actually coming out of his stupid mouth. He thinks less of me because of a fucking costume? My head feels like it’s about to explode.

“Really? I think the sign our relationship blew a big fat one was when you sucked face with a stranger, then did god knows what with her in a bedroom later. Tell me—did you finish your night with a bang?”

Dylan avoids my glare and finishes adjusting his outfit. His silence says it all. He has the damn nerve to say he needs to be with someone better, but he cheated on me. From the way he continues to steer clear of looking me in the eye, he’s probably hoping I’ll just drop it and move on. Well, he’s got another thing coming.

“You have got to be the biggest, jerkiest asshole I’ve ever known! Standing there trying to make me feel bad for not reading your mind, so you don’t have to admit you wouldn’t know what fidelity is if it bit you in your scrawny ass!”

“Okay, don’t try to turn this on me. Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. Your behavior in the bedroom didn’t help.”


If I didn’t think he’d call the police on me for assault, I’d fuck him up...starting with his pathetic groin. Ignoring my amazement, he pushes past me to open his front door. He taps his foot rather impatiently—hoping I take the hint. Guess that’s my cue. He seems surprised when I snap out of it and anger replaces the dazed look on my face. Did he think I’d cry? Fat fucking chance. I would never give him the satisfaction.

“Hey, we did have some good times, though. I think we should still stay friends.”

I almost laugh at his ass.

“Dylan...and I mean this with all of my heart...get fucking bent.”

He huffs then starts to say something, but I close the door on him. What did I ever see in that guy?


I’m mindlessly wandering around town when I notice I’m close to Sean’s neighborhood. Did I do that on purpose somehow? My thoughts have been on him since the episode with douchey dickwad. That should definitely become his new nickname. I make a mental note to change his name on my phone when I get back home. Even if he never calls or texts me again, it will make me feel better.

Scuffing my shoes on the sidewalk, I look up to the rows of neatly arranged houses. I don’t know what I was thinking, walking further into this housing development. There’s no telling which house is his. A few kids are playing in the street and I have to jump back when their game runs up onto the sidewalk. When the smallest of the kids collides with me, a yelp comes out.


“Sorry, lady.”

“Billy! Come on. Get back in the game.”

My ankle in my hand, I’m rubbing it gingerly and don’t notice the shirtless man staring at me from his open garage. His raised voice to get my attention catches me off guard.

“Gina? Hey!”

Oh, my god. Is that Sean? I got lucky stumbling on his house like this. It would be a shame if I didn’t go over to talk to him. And rude too. Yeah, I should definitely go over there. Approaching him, I can’t help but spot a light sheen of sweat on his bare abs. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth when I think about licking him clean.

Wow...where did that come from?

He smiles at me, making things worse. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts, then return his grin with ease. Sean has a measuring tape in one hand and a pencil in the other. An enormous stack of lumber is piled in the corner next to a vintage corvette stingray. As I get within reach—I run my finger along the car in appreciation. Maybe if I play my cards right, he’ll take me for a ride. Even that manages to turn dirty and I can already feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Hoping he doesn’t see, I stammer out...

“Hi, Sean. Wh-hat are you-u doing here?”

Someone kill me now. I’m an idiot.

Despite my stupid question, his smile just gets bigger. It’s a good thing I’m pretty because sometimes I can be the world’s number one moron. Seriously considering leaving now, I take a step toward the street. He seems to sense my hesitation and gestures for me to move further into the dimly lit space.

“Can I ask another dumb question? What is all of this?”

“It’s not a dumb question. I’m building a set of bookcases for my office. Ran out of room.”

“So you’re good with your hands and you love to read. You’re just the whole package.”

Oh, shit. I said that out loud. If he minds—he doesn’t show it.

“Thanks. Uh...are you okay after the party and everything?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, if that had happened to me, I don’t think I’d be as upbeat as you. Have you talked to Dylan since?”

“Sort of...”

His brows arch in question, and he momentarily stops what he’s doing. Not being able to take his scrutinizing look—I glance down at my feet while tapping the edge of his workbench. My fidgeting stalls as soon as I feel his hand cover mine.

“What happened, Gina? You can tell me. Please?”

“Okay, I actually just came from his house. He broke up with me.”

“Damn...I’m sorry.”

“I’m not and he didn’t seem to be that torn up over it, either. Pretty sure that dipshit was getting ready for a date. Crazy, huh?”

Suddenly, he’s so close to me, swallowing up the distance with a short step. His hand moves to swipe stray strands of hair away from my face. The concern in his eyes almost undoes me. He’s so sweet to care.

“Absolutely crazy to ever let you go.”

Before I can stop myself—I grab him by the back of his neck, hauling him into me. Sean’s lips are so soft against mine. This is what I’ve honestly been waiting months for. It’s infinitely better than anything I had with Dylan.

He drops his tools on the workbench to take me in his arms. I move one of my hands to his hair, tugging gently as I feel his tongue swipe my lips. Opening up to him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I moan when his hands slide from my waist to the back of my thighs. Suddenly, I’m being lifted onto the top of his car. With him between my legs, my heart races as our bodies meet completely. God, the things he could do to me on the hood alone have my clit throbbing.

I need more...

“Sean, I want you.”

He groans while burying his face in my neck and hair. His voice is a hoarse whisper, full of lust when he speaks.

“Fuck, Mina.”

“What did you call me?”

“G-Gina. Your name.”

He starts trailing kisses down my neck, distracting me. Soon I’m lost in a rush of euphoria. It sends me spiraling with no hope of return. Sean’s affection spreads to my shoulder, where he nips my exposed skin. I hiss at the sting and once again forget everything while in his embrace. My eyes close as I sink beneath the warm waves of the bliss he’s giving me.

I never want this to end...

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