Guarding His Obsession(19)

“He’s handsome. Like those rough, buff guys women always go crazy for on TV.”

“And?” She sets her coffee down, resting her elbows on the counter, and studies me like she doesn’t understand what I’m getting at.

I just shrug. I’ve never once really thought about what I looked like, despite having a sister who was once a model. Now I care. I want us to fit.

“You two fit, Zoey,” she says, like she’s reading my mind, something I often think she can do. “That’s why I’m not all up in your business about it. I like how he is with you. How you are with him. I’ve never see you like this. You seem happy.”

“I thought all guys were pig-headed assholes?” I remind her of the words I’m pretty sure I heard her mutter less than a week ago.

“Most are. They just want in your pants.”

“I hope so because I really want Drake in my pants,” I say dreamily, and Elle spits out a mouthful of coffee, making me jump.

She wipes up her mess and shakes her head. “I meant that’s all some men want, and I can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. I’m liking Drake more and more by the second.”

I narrow my eyes at her, making her laugh more.

“Simmer down, Zoey. I didn’t mean it like that. The man clearly only has eyes for you. Trust me. I know by the way his eyes follow you that he can’t seem to let you out of his reach. It’s sweet. Plus, I’m not even sure he knows I have a vagina.”

“Pink knows you have a vagina.”

My words make her narrow her eyes on me now. I still can’t believe all the things she’s let him get away with. No one gives the brush off better than Elle.

“Well, he’s not getting anywhere near my vagina.”

“I don't know how you do it. I haven't even had sex and I think I’m already addicted to it. I’m not sure what will happen once I get it. I don’t know how you go so long without it having done it before. You actually know how good it is. I was just in the dark, but now I know it’s going to be awesome.”

Elle silently finishes cleaning up. I can feel the tension in the air grow a little.

“You’ve had sex, right? I just thought…” I trail off, trying to think back. She’s never had a serious boyfriend, but she has dated before. Or used to date, anyways. I just never asked her about sex because, well, I never really thought much about it before now.

“Elle?” I push.

“No, I haven’t had sex,” she finally snaps. I can feel my eyes widen. Okay then. Didn’t see that one coming.

“Like I said, men are assholes who only want in your pants, and then they move on to the next. They only like me because I’m pretty and want to say they banged me. Or they think they can buy me.”

“Does Pink make you feel that way, too?” I ask, suddenly feeling bad. I’d never thought about it like that. It reminds me a little of what Drake said about me just wanting him for sex, which isn’t true.

“He just makes me feel frustrated,” she growls. Actually growls in a voice I’ve never heard her use before. It makes me giggle a little. Her eyes snap to me. It’s the look she gives me when I’m saying something I shouldn’t be.

“Sexually frustrated?”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“What?” I throw my hands up, and she flings the towel she used to clean the mess at me. I catch it midair before tossing it back at her.

“I’m just wondering. You let him touch and kiss on you after you yell at him. It’s confusing.” I’ve never seen a man handle Elle like Pink does. It’s actually really intriguing. He seems to know how to work her. Even I can’t do that and I’ve known her my whole life.

She lets out a heavy sigh as she makes her way back to her stool.

“No, I don’t feel like he just wants in my pants. Normally, when you call a guy on it they move on, but you never know. I’m jaded. He just keeps getting all in my space and kissing me like he can do it whenever he wants. It’s annoying and—”

“Hot,” I finish for her, making her roll her eyes, but I see the side of her mouth quirk up a little, like she’s remembering him annoying her.

“I like him,” she finally admits. “And I hate that I like him, and I hate that he seems to know I like him.” She looks so frustrated at her own admission.

I giggle once again at the circle she seems to be going in.

“You should just give in and not question it, like me. My logic is undeniable,” I tell her, giving her one of my favorite movie lines. I use it on her when she tries to argue a point against me. “We could do a double wedding!”