Page 69 of Collide

“Wait. Did you—?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

A nervous laugh spills out of me, and I shake my head.

“No, notthat. But let’s just say, um…I didn’t leave unsatisfied.”

Riley screeches, grabbing my arm.

“Elena Montgomery! Are you telling me you had your first non-solo orgasm?”

I bury my face in my hands, but the laughter bubbling out of me gives me away.

“Maybe.”

She flops back against the couch dramatically.

“This is a monumental occasion. My best friend finally had a ‘real’ orgasm with an insanely hot Swedish hunk? I could cry.”

I snort.

“Please don’t.”

“This calls for another shot.” She grabs the tequila, pouring two more.

“To Alex, orgasm-giver, and for finally rocking your world. Cheers!”

We clink our glasses and down the shots, both of us dissolving into a fit of giggles.

As the laughter dies down, I sigh. There is still so much I want to know about Alex. I’m greedy for any little bit he’ll giveme. A part of me is also wary because it feels as though he’s holding back in some ways.

Riley notices and tilts her head at me. “So, what’s the catch?”

I hesitate.

“He’s great, really open about his family and himself, yet—he’s super evasive about his job.”

Riley waves a dismissive hand.

“Maybe he’s trying to be mysterious. You’re probably overthinking it. I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“Maybe,” I admit, though the nagging feeling remains.

“We’ll see.”

“Well, when do you see him next?”

I chew my lip, thinking.

“We’re both in San Diego next week for work. So I think he wants to take me to the zoo for our second date.”

“Perfect. That means more orgasms,” she teases, sinking deeper into the sofa.

“I hope.”

Riley grins.

“Oh, I almost forgot, I’m seeing Logan. He’s starring in my music video,” I add, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

“Logan? Cousin Logan?” she slurs, confused.