Chapter 17
MELLY
“I’m about to do something crazy,” I told Mallory when I was in my car. I’d turned it on but hadn’t pulled out of my parking spot at the library. Fred was on the passenger seat, staring at me, wondering why the car wasn’t moving.
This time of year, it was already dark out, but the lot was well lit.
“Something crazy I would do or something crazy you would do?”
Mallory didn’t jump out of airplanes, but she definitely had a wild streak. She was bold and silly and even a little goofy. Of course they were all personality traits for a good first grade teacher. So her kind of crazy and my kind of crazy were on two different levels.
Except–
“I’m not sure,” I replied, reaching to turn down the volume on the radio. “Would you go to a man’s house you’ve only known for a day and give him your virginity within the boundaries of a sex contract?”
“WHAT?”
I winced. Even Fred heard and cocked her head to the side. “That crazy, huh?”
“Are you talking about Daniel Pearson? The gorgeous lumberjack? The guy who showed up at the bar because you drunk dialed him?”
“And got me off in the storage room after you left,” I added on a big exhale.
“WHAT?”
“And then I threw up on him.”
“WHAT?”
I had my answer. “So crazy for me then.”
“And crazy for me, too,” she added. “All that really happened?”
“Yes. I’m never drinking with you again.”
She ignored the drinking thing and plowed on. “And you’re going to go to his house? Now?”
“That’s the plan,” I said.
“Melly, what do you want to do? Deep down. Not what people think you should do or what you think you should do. What does your vagina want you to do?”
My eyes practically bugged out of my head. “My vagina?”
“Yes, since your vagina will be an active part of the evening.”
I pursed my lips and started to–
“Stop thinking.”
“Do you want me to pass the phone to my vagina?”
“Har har,” she replied. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to have sex with Daniel Pearson.” I did. I wanted it and so did my vagina.
“Then go have sex with Daniel Pearson.”
She made it sound so simple. “Just like that?”
“Hang on, I’ll give you a second and third opinion.
” She must’ve put her hand over the phone because it was muffled.
God, she was there with someone and now they were talking about me and my plans for my vagina meeting a dick for the first time.
After about thirty seconds, she came back. “Bridget says go for it. Lindy says–”
“Lindy’s in town?” I asked, surprised.
Lindy was Bridget’s older sister and I hadn’t seen her since she moved to Denver to be with Dex James, her hot hockey playing husband.
“Yes. She’s here for a baby shower because it’s coming up on playoff season and she’s not sure when she’ll be–”
“Lindy’s having a baby?” I said on a gasp. How did I not know that?
“Yes, isn’t it amazing! In June. She has the same advice for you she gives Bridget. Stop thinking so much and feel. If it feels right, then go for it. If it feels wrong, it’s wrong. Wait–”
She covered the phone for a second.
“She also says that Daniel Pearson is hot. She had a crush on him when she was younger. What?” More muffling. “And he’s a decent guy.”
Lindy was in her late thirties and close to Daniel’s age. I could only imagine how hot he was when he was younger.
That made sense.
“She’s smart,” I said, about being hot for Daniel and for her advice.
“Hey! I told you to ask your vagina. Isn’t that smart?”
“Yes, you are very wise,” I offered. I was about to put the car into reverse when I realized something. “Problem.”
“What?”
“I don’t know where he lives.”