November 12
Las Vegas, Nevada
Jasmin only managed to drag herself out of bed at ten in the morning.
She skipped her workout and was ready to meet the ladies by eleven.
Mandy gave her a disappointed look when she noticed the sweatpants again, but they were already late so she didn’t ask her to change.
Kevin, the buzz-kill, opted out again, so she spent the entire day touring Vegas with the girls.
She also met Trevor and Dean. Seeing Trevor and Mandy together, Jasmin could easily understand how Mandy had been blind-sided by the faux illusion of The One.
They were perfect together. Dean, as Sandy described, was very yummy.
Thick black hair and smoldering brown eyes, he was an incredibly sexy hunk of a man.
They chose to do the bus tour, hopping on and off at different stops to explore.
They went to the Hard Rock Hotel, Treasure Island, the Hawaiian Marketplace and stopped for lunch at the Fatburger Bar.
It was non-stop action. Her feet were still aching from the night before, but she didn’t let that dull her enthusiasm.
And after she and Sandy got a tattoo together, she was even more hyped, not at all deterred by the pain.
The rest of them were a very close-knit group of friends, however, she still felt like she’d bonded with them (tattoos were always a great way to bond). She didn’t feel out of place once.
Maybe that was also because Dean decided to take it upon himself to be her personal tour guide.
He was a great guy, sweet and very funny.
Quite refreshing after all the grumpiness she’d been exposed to in the last few days.
He was so laid back about life, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
He was respectful and charming, constantly making her laugh, the type of person that others were automatically drawn to.
But despite all of the qualities that made him undeniably attractive, he seemed to lack that… tingle factor.
Being with him was sort of mellow. He didn’t make her heart race with anticipation.
He didn’t needle her with rude, sarcastic comments.
He didn’t make her tingle every time he touched her.
And he touched her a lot. His hand was on her back as they walked through the stores, his fingers caressed her shoulder as they sat on the bus.
He was a very touchy guy. It didn’t make her feel uncomfortable, but that was the problem.
It didn’t make her feel anything. She realized that it wasn’t inexperience that made her body react like that to a guy. It was Kevin.
She spent the entire day with them and they went to another wild party that night.
Still hesitant to wear the black dress, she settled on a pair of jeans and a baby doll top that flared down to mid-thigh.
As the night went on, Dean’s advances became more than just light touching.
He tried to kiss her a few times. After his third attempt, she decided that if she felt even the slightest tingle, she would let him be her first real kiss.
It never happened.