Chapter 32
Jess
‘Ifeel like such an idiot.’
‘Hey, that’s my friend you’re talking about and she is not an idiot.’
I made a face at Tash. We were drinking wine on the steps of our house. We lived in the top-floor flat.
I grumbled. ‘I still blame your red dress. It made me do things.’ It had sparked the hottest sex I’d ever had with the kind of guy I should have known to run a mile from.
Tash nudged me with her shoulder. ‘Yeah, but it sounds like you had fun. That’s all it was, remember?’
I kept my mouth shut. It hadn’t felt much like fun when Brodie had been all too eager to see the back of me. Or now that I realised that he’d gotten way under my skin to a place where I couldn’t remember what it had been like not to know him. Fuck.
‘He just...surprised me, Tash. He told me stuff. He’s not the guy I thought he was.’
‘There’s a name for that,’ Tash said.
‘There is?’ I really hoped it could be explained away.
‘Yeah,’ said my friend, ‘Post-coital delusions. It’ll pass. You’ll wake up tomorrow and realise that he really wasn’t that great, or interesting, or good in bed.’