Page 13 of Use Me

He stepped forward, and as his hands went to cup my face, he whispered, “I’d like that.” Then his lips were on mine, and instantly my body heated. His tongue was again demanding, and hell if I didn’t want to invite him in forcoffeethat would lead to sex.

I couldn’t.

That wasn’t me.

But Icouldkiss him. And he was agoodkisser.

I wanted to kiss him until the sun rose. Then that thought led to me thinking about him licking me like I was icing on a cupcake, and that just made my panties dampen between my legs.

“Give me your phone,” Rhys said when we pulled apart. I reached into my purse and then handed it to him. He hit the screen a few times. “Use me sometime.”

“Use you?”

“Whenever you need to forget him, call me. You can use me anytime.”

I looked at the screen when he handed it back, realizing he’d programed his number. “Thank you again for everything and also for trying to help me forget.”

“Anytime, Cupcake. You’re going to make some guy really happy one day.”

He kissed me one last time before walking across the street.

The following morning—or should I say, afternoon—I woke up to notice my phone had blown up with a ton of notifications on Facebook and a text from Jaime:

Saw the picture of you and Rhys Cole. Does Corey know you were out with another guy last night?

I didn’t have the energy to text her back, so I opened up Facebook and read all of the comments people were saying on the photo I’d posted the night before of Rhys and me. When I got to his, I smiled as I read it:

Use me anytime ;)

There was reply after reply from my confused friends, all of them questioning how I’d “used” him. There wasn’t, however, anything from Corey. I hadn’t expected him to comment, but that also meant I wouldn’t know if he saw the picture or not. I decided right then and there that I was going to unfriend him, not caring anymore if he’d seen the picture.

Fuck it.

Instead of texting Jaime back, I sent one to Rhys before crawling out of bed:

If sportscasting doesn’t work out for you, you’d make great money as being a fake boyfriend. Thank you for letting me use you.

I didn’t tell him who it was because I thought my message would do that for me. Then I typed in Corey’s name and unfriended his ass followed by deleting every picture we‘d ever taken with each other.

After using the bathroom, my phone buzzed:

Rhys: I only want to be your fake boyfriend though.

I smiled as I walked to my door to get the Sunday paper and typed a reply:

I can live with that.

Rhys: Use me anytime, Cupcake :P

I laughed, making my way to get a cup of coffee as I read his last message. Again, the thought of Rhys licking me like I was icing on a cupcake made my belly dip, but I needed some time so that my heart could heal before I moved on to the next guy.

Fake or not.

After my first cup of coffee I texted Jaime back:

Corey and I broke up. I’m sure he doesn’t care I was with Rhys.

I just hoped he did.