Chapter 22While we shopped, I recounted all of the previous evening’s events for her. I told her about how I had purposely tried to make Ash jealous and how Mason had known. I went into vivid detail about how completely freaking amazing Mason made me feel when his hands and lips were on me, that she was right in that it would be so much more intense than what I had experienced before solo. I had already told her the night before what exactly we had done, but she wanted play-by-play and I did my best to describe what happened. It was when I got to the part of the story when Ash drug me out of the warehouse that I admitted to her he kissed me when we had first gone outside. She and Mina had come outside a few minutes after us, to check on me, but she had missed the beginning of our confrontation. “So do you feel different when you kiss Ash and when you kiss Mason?” she asked curiously. “Yes, definitely, but I’m not sure how to describe it.” I thought about it for a minute, trying to find the best way to verbalize it. “With all three of them it’s different… With Dylan, I feel comfortable. We have a lot in common so we always have something to talk about, but we never really talk about anything of substance or meaning. We are both easy going, so we don’t argue or bicker. And when he kisses me, it’s… nice. Even when it’s supposed to be more than nice, harder than nice, it’s always just nice. “With Mason, obviously I just have last night to go off of, but he made me feel wanted… desired… needed. When he kissed me, it was like his body craved mine and he wanted to consume me. Of course, he has the whole tattooed, bad boy image thing going which just enhances the excitement of it all. But even when we were just hanging out, my body constantly hummed in anticipation, wanting him to touch me, to kiss me… I mean, we got along great during the few moments that we weren’t all over each other! He’s like a little kid, he’s just playful and free-spirited, but I can see how it can come off as obnoxious to some people. I like it though… he’s definitely the spice in my life.” “So he’s already ‘in your life?’” Evie questioned my choice of words. “I guess so since we are going out to dinner and the warehouse next Friday,” I responded, feeling my body temperature rise as the memory of kissing Mason lingered in my head. “Well, your calendar is filling up nicely, isn’t it, Miss I-date-every-kind-of-book-boyfriend possible?” “Jealous much?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” she grinned slyly at me. “Now tell me what I don’t already know about your precious Ash, other than how proud I was of you for telling him ‘no’ earlier.” Without hesitation, I answered, “When Ash and I are together, he makes me feel cherished and coveted, like I’m the most treasured thing on the Earth. I’ve already told you numerous times that there’s just something that completely unexplainable that draws me to him. What is the saying ‘like a moth to the flame?’ That’s how I feel with him. Despite what he says, I know he’s a selfish asshole that wants to be able to have his fun with whoever, whenever, while I sit at home and pine after him. He tells me to go out and live, to experience life, yada yada yada, but he doesn’t really want me to meet anyone, and I basically told him last night that I wasn’t going to do that. I told him if we were going to be friends, like he wanted, then he wasn’t going to be able to act the way he did. I thought everything was cool, and we were going to pick back up the way we had been, but then he showed up at the dorm this morning and things got all awkward again.” I had started whining towards the end of my rant. “Oh Scarlett, look at this dress,” Evie held up a beautiful charcoal gray dress. “Do they have it in a four?” I asked hopefully. She handed me one of the dresses and pointed me in the direction of the dressing rooms. At first I wondered if she was going to acknowledge any of the things that I had just said about not just Ash, but the whole situation, but just when I was about to say something she began talking as she followed me into one of the changing stalls. “I think you should just keep doing what you are doing. You know, you are just meeting people and getting to know them. You don’t have to find your future husband your freshman year in college, Scarlett. It’s not like you’re screwing a different guy each week, it’s okay to date different people.” I discarded my jeans and t-shirt in a pile on the floor and slipped the slinky number over my head. “I know, but it’s just kind of overwhelming all at once. I feel like I’m doing something wrong, like I don’t want them to know about each other. Well, other than Ash obviously, since he knows about the other two. And I guess it doesn’t matter with him since we are back to being friends; I’m not sure we ever changed from that status… see, I’m just so damn confused. Uggghhh!” I grunted in frustration, but as I turned around to the mirror I froze. Wow. I even shocked myself at the image that stared back at me in the mirror. I had never worn a dress that fitted and that accentuated my body like this one. It was rather simple in design~ sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline and a hem that hit several inches above my knee. The gray material had a subtle shimmer threaded throughout that sparkled in the light when positioned in a certain way. It hugged my body without being overly tight and displayed the perfect amount of cleavage and leg. “Perfect.” Evie and I said at the same time. We locked eyes in the mirror and gave each other a knowing smile. “Just relax and enjoy, Sam.” Her voice was soft and soothing. “I am so proud of you and how well you are adjusting to all of this. It’s not all going to be easy. You’re going to get your heart broken and you are going to break hearts, that’s all just part of it. The same goes for me, ya know? The good news is we have each other to get through it all, and hopefully when it’s all said and done, we both will get our fairy tale ending.” My eyes filled with tears, touched by her words. I turned to her and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Evie. Thank you for everything.” “I love you too, but we need to get you home and get you ready for your big date. The nice boy will be there soon to get you.” I quickly changed back into my clothes, paid for the dress, and we headed back to campus. Several hours later, Evie was putting the finishing touches on my makeup when Dylan knocked at the door. I stole one last look in the bathroom mirror and found Evie’s eyes staring at me in the reflection. “You look gorgeous, Sam. Have fun and remember to give it a chance.” She kissed my cheek and then turned to go let Dylan in. I took a deep breath, gave myself a mental pep talk, and followed her path. Seeing Dylan dressed in gray slacks with a blue buttoned down dress shirt and gray tie stopped me dead in my tracks. He had never looked so handsome. His usual messy blonde hair and big brown eyes paired with his GQ ensemble was nearly too much; I almost had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. Did he seriously wear a gray tie? Quickly I pulled my thoughts away from where they were headed and I continued towards him. He immediately pulled me into his arms and kissed the skin directly under my ear. “You are breathtaking,” he whispered. I moaned ever so lightly when his lips touched my earlobe. I had recently (like the night before) learned that that my earlobe was a trigger spot for me. His lips traveled to find mine and they caressed my mouth softly. Evie cleared her throat reminding us she was still in the room and we both jerked away from each other. “Well, don’t you two look gorgeous?” She smirked at our guilty reaction. “Y’all have a great time and don’t forget I won’t be home tonight. I will see you tomorrow Scarlett, and it was great seeing you as always, Dylan.” “Bye, Evie,” we replied in unison. Dylan then grabbed my hand and led me out to his car. Once we were buckled in and the car was started, Dylan leaned across the middle console and kissed my cheek. “I think you’re really going to like what I have planned.” I could see the excitement in his eyes and couldn’t help but join him in his ear–to-ear grin. I decided to follow Evie’s advice and give this thing with Dylan a chance. I had obviously been wrong in ever thinking that Ash was my soulmate, if I even believed in that sort of thing. Despite the mishap the previous night, he truly was my best friend other than Evie and I began to think that the immediate connection we had felt to one another was just that - we were meant to be close friends. And Mason, well I knew as well as anyone, that someone like him wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. And while he would be fun to hang out with and experiment with sexually, he would most likely exit my life as quickly as he had entered it, so I just going to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted. However, I was certain that I didn’t want to lose my virginity to him; I wanted to at least be in an exclusive relationship with whoever the unlucky fellow was, and since that wasn’t ever happening with him, it was an easy decision for me. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things… “Scarlett, did you hear me?” Dylan’s voice interrupted my dirty thoughts about Mason. Okay, what the hell, I was acting like a 16 year old boy. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex!! And not even with the same guy!! Get a grip! Catch your snaps! Put on a fucking chastity belt! Do something! “Uh, no, sorry I was just thinking about how exciting this is,” I replied. “You know, being my first time to go on a fancy date like this and all.” I waved my hand in the air pointing at our out-of-the-ordinary clothes. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I love that I get to be the one to take you. Now let’s go eat the best steak you’ve ever had in your life.” “Mmmm… that sounds wonderful.”
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