Page 5 of Smut Lovers

Prologue

I wasn’t the type to have sex on the first date. Ever.

But this wasn’t exactly a first date either. Or even a date at all.

This was two bumbling drunk fools that were bored. All of our friends were enamored with their partners, and we were just sitting there. Awkwardly. As two people who never met before would do.

It went from awkwardly sitting across from each other in backyard furniture to landing on Joel’s lap because my best friend was making out with her girlfriend right against my shoulder.

To escape further awkwardness, we decided to go inside. Where we were alone and didn’t really have anything more to talk about.

And then it went from there. Anytime I told someone the story of that summer two years ago—which wasn’t many people—would ask how it happened.

I’d tell them that one thing led to another, and it was a blur.

But I remembered it as clear as day. Just like I remember that entire sex-crazed tumultuous month-long relationship.

The next thing they’d ask me is what happened to my rule. The one I was so damn adamant to keep.

It was a rule I’d set for myself when I was just a freshman in college. Seemed like such a na?ve heartbroken girl rule back then but it stuck with me for seven years. Never again . I’d tell myself.

But this isn’t about that memory. No, that one didn’t have any impact on me beyond the rule. But Joel?

That’s an entirely different story.