Page 29 of Forgotten Comeback

“Pretzel bites coming right up.” Mia puts in our order and begins making our drinks.

“You’re the best,” I tell her when she slides over two cosmopolitans.

Her attention’s snagged at the other end of the bar by her co-worker, and Kat and I carry our drinks to a corner table, taking a seat. “Since when do you like cosmopolitans?” My friend raises an eyebrow.

I let out an annoyed sound from the back of my throat before taking a sip. “I don’t know.”

Watching Mia over the rim of my cocktail glass, I can faintly hear Kat telling me something, but it’s hard to focus, not with Mia and her male co-worker being sofamiliarwith each other.

“Hellooooo? Are you listening?” Kat says.

“I don’t like the way the other bartender is a little too handsy with my girlfriend,” I admit, tearing my attention away from the duo.

Kat discreetly glances at the bar. “He handed her a bottle opener; I’d hardly call it handsy.”

“Whose side are you on?” I demand.

She holds up her hands. “The hands-free side. Look, if your girlfriend wanted to be with guys, she’d certainly have her pick.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I huff.

“What I mean is she’s hot, and she picked you.Freaking relax.”

“You’re right.” I let out a long breath. “I know you’re right. It’s just I’ve always known I was into both teams, but with Mia, I’m the first female she’s been with. What if it’s a fluke, and she figures it out and goes back to playing with the men’s team?”

Interesting Mia wants the D but not the P, yet she’s in a ‘relationship’ with a woman.

With a grimace, I down my drink.

“Girl, you’ve got to stop, or you’re going to sabotage this thing yourself,” Kat warns me.

“When did you suddenly become the relationship expert?” I deflect, because deep down I know she’s right.

She snorts a laugh. “Do as I say, not as I do.Obvs.”

“I need to go to the bathroom. Keep an eye on them,” I tell her.

Walking in the opposite direction of the bar, I’m fighting every urge to go over there and…

Cause a scene.

Be needy as hell.

Pin Mia down on why she won’t godownon me.

Forcing myself to do none of the above, I enter the ladies’ room and touch up my lipstick, taking a deep breath.

My phone buzzes, and I grab it from my purse. Opening the message, I have to pick my jaw from the outdated tile.

Offer accepted.

The number is unknown, but I could pick that pierced dick out of any lineup. Which is troubling. One of themanytroubling aspects of this, including but not limited to me zooming in for a closer inspection.

Damn. It’s just as pretty as I remember. Nice size and girth. Beautiful smooth pink skin, unlike a veiny, angry-looking purple dick. Those freak me out, like a vein might rupture and the dick explode or something.

Gavin’s big hand is wrapped around the head, and I zoom in on the barbell.

I’ve never been with a guy with any type of dick piercing, I wonder…