Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(149)

“Did you? Yep! You totally did!” she shouts.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I search.

I’m so confused by what she’s implying.

“You slept with Joe!”

“What?! No! No, no, no, no, no!” I rebut.

“Yes, you did,” she continues. “Jared said . . . .”

“What did Jared say?” I explore trying to keep calm.

“Nothing,” Maggie denies.

“What did Jared say,” I enunciate each word.

“Jared said you two were acting weird the other day when you agreed to be Chris’ date.”

“How were we acting?”

“Okay, it was more Joe than you,” she express.

“I did not have sex with Joe,” I stand firm.

I haven’t. A few minutes ago, I might have, but I’m telling the truth; at least about the sex topic.

She watches me closely. “Okay. I believe you,” Maggie says with conviction. “Then with who?”

“You are the last person I’ve slept with,” I announce.

“Seriously?!”

“Yes, seriously.”

“We definitely need to get you laid. Why not Joe. He’s available and you’re . . . .”

I quickly cut her off, “No!”

“Why not? He’s totally into you. Nathan said that he looked heartbroken when you agreed to do the premier with Chris,” she continues.

“I’m not talking about this with you again . . .” I declare shaking my head.


“Why not?” she pushes.

I glare at her because she knows why. Plus, I don’t want to talk about it with Joe in the other room.

“It might do you good,” she expresses.

“What?”

“To sleep with Joe.”

“Why is that?” I giggle nervously.

“You clearly haven’t been with a guy since Chris, which was . . . back in February, and you’ve never gone this long . . . .”

I jump on her train of thought, “We’ve trolled and I’ve trolled since then.”

“That may be true, but you’ve obviously been picky . . . picky enough not to sleep with anyone other than me.” After a moment of silence, she asks, “Why don’t we go trolling tonight?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because . . .” I return, trying to avoid the reason.

She studies me again before taking out her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking.”

“Checking what?”

“That explains it,” she affirms.

“What?”

“You. Your mood. Aside from not getting laid in a while you’re menstruating.”

I don’t freak out when Maggie announces it because we’re practically on the same schedule. Then I remember that Joe is in the other room. Crap.

“You know what . . .” she begins.

“What?” I place the forks and empty fruit bowl in the dishwasher.

“I’m a day or two late . . . must be the stress of the wedding,” she speculates.

“Probably,” I agree.

“You don’t mind if I crash here until Henry gets back, do you?”

“Not at all,” I confirm.

“Okay. After we’re done menstruating, we’re going trolling . . . for you, of course,” she asserts.

“Don’t have time,” I contend.

“There’s always time to get my best friend laid. You know you should seriously reconsider being with a guy more than just a few times . . .” she suggests.

“Why is that?”

“Because by the third time Henry and I . . . .”

“Ahhhhhh! La la la la la! I don’t want to hear about you and Henry,” I scream plugging my ears. “It’s bad enough that you already tried to talk me into having a three-way with you two. La la la la la la.”

Maggie’s mouth finally stops moving and I take my fingers out of my ears.

Maggie grabs my hands and holds them down while she blurts, “By the third time we got into really knowing each other. I orgasm a minimum of two or three times each time . . . .”

I fight her to get my arms back. Maggie can be really strong when she wants to, but I break free a little too late. I quickly plug my ears and scream again. “Ahhhhhh!”

I watch her face to make sure she’s done. Maggie laughs at me and after a minute of making sure she won’t continue, I drop my hands from my ears and begin to laugh as well.

“We still need to find you a man who can really satisfy you,” she insists.

“Drop it,” I urge.

“I can’t believe with all the men you’ve slept with that not one of them has been able to get you to orgasm without you having to . . . .”

“Drop it,” I repeat a little more sternly.

A thud sound comes from the floor by Sadie. Maggie and I laugh. “It’s okay Sadie. I wasn’t talking to you,” I inform, picking up her bone and giving it back to her. “I was talking to Aunt Maggie.”

“Now you know why Jared, Nathan and I say that song is your theme song,” Maggie throws in and sticks out her tongue when she’s finished.