Harper thinks about that for a minute, and raises her beer to me again. “That sounds like a pretty decent deal,” she says.
We finish our first beers and I crack open two more beers for us, and I can start feeling, just a little bit, the start of the buzz I’m trying to get. If we get through the six-pack, I can always go back inside and get another one out of the basement fridge.
“So, what else do we have to talk about?” I sip my beer and look at Harper and in spite of having only just said that we weren’t going to talk about the night before, it’s the only thing I can think about — her lips, her smile, the sight of her tits, the feeling of her wrapped around my cock, all of it. That and the fact that as soon as I slipped out of my parents’ room last night, the only thing on my mind was how much better it would be to have Harper fully naked.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HARPER POLSEN
It feels like every nerve in my body is vibrating, and I can’t quite shake the little bit of tremor in my hands, the butterflies in my stomach. Why am I so nervous around Zane? He’s already seen me naked at the lake the night before we had sex, and I wasn’t nervous at all then, not until we heard his parents in the next room.
“When are you heading back?” I ask.
I can feel the beer starting to put a dent in my nerves, and it just makes me eager to drink more. Mom and Dad had both gone to bed by the time I texted Zane, and the idea of sitting around, drinking beers in the darkness, was certainly way more attractive than sitting in my room thinking about whether or not I should make an early trip back to New York City.
“My flight leaves Monday morning, I think,” Zane says.
“Yeah, I have to drive back either late Sunday or early-early Monday,” I tell him, making a face. “They want me in the office as soon as I can get there.”
“Big dealings,” Zane observes, drinking down a little more of his beer.
“Yeah, they actually want to get an early start on the project but… I sort of told them I couldn’t leave early.”
“You did?” Zane raises an eyebrow at that.
“Yeah, I’m not ready to be back to work just yet,” I admit with a little grin. I take a few gulps of my second beer.
“We do have that fancy dinner your parents are supposed to host,” Zane agrees.
“Wouldn’t want to miss that!” I giggle, and drink down the last of my beer.
We keep talking, joking around and both of us go onto our third beer. By now I have to pee, and I tell Zane to wait for me while I go inside for a minute.
I get in and out of the house as quickly as I can, managing not to slam anything in spite of the fact that the door to the bathroom seems determined to spring right out of my hands.
“I think we need to talk about what happened last night,” Zane says.
“I thought you were against talking about it,” I say.
“I changed my mind,” Zane tells me.
“Okay, so since it’s your idea now, you tell me what you want to say about it,” I settle back into my spot, and Zane hands me another beer. He’s already started on his fourth, as he apparently went in to get another six-pack and get rid of the empties while I was in the house.
“We’re just having fun, right? I don’t think either of us really thought about anything other than what we were doing last night,” Zane says.
“I definitely wasn’t,” I admit.
“So we’re just… doing what hot people do sometimes,” Zane continues. I have to snicker a bit at that.
“What hot people do sometimes?” I shake my head.
“Fooling around,” Zane replies.
“And that’s all there is to it? That we’re fooling around?” Something about that doesn’t sit right with me. It’s not like I’m some prude, obviously, I’m not, if I was able to enjoy having sex with Zane the night before with no real reason for it but both of us being stressed out by the party.
“Well what do you want from it? I mean, it’s not like we’ve got time to like, see if there’s a relationship to have, and besides we’re both going back to different places in a couple of days.”
I have to admit that he’s right. “I guess I don’t want things to get weird between us,” I say.
“They won’t,” Zane tells me.
“You’re sure about that? Because I could see it getting weird as hell that we had sex.” I drink a little more beer, and maybe it’s from being a bit buzzed or maybe it’s from being around Zane in the dark, and remembering what we did the night before, but I can feel myself tingling all over. I have to admit that even though we both said we’d never do it again, that it was too weird, there is nothing I want more than to have his hands on me.