Page 4 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“You’re right,” Henry agreed.
“What’s Tinder?” I asked, feeling a little curious.
Smiling brightly, Henry pulled out his phone from his pocket and nodded at me to come closer. I sat on the couch armrest with him and looked at his phone as he pulled up an app.
“Tinder is a hookup app. It shows you girls . . . or men, in your case, who are in the area and are using Tinder. You can look through the different profiles and see if you’re interested in them or not with one swipe of your finger.”
“Really?” I asked while looking at his phone in fascination.
Once the app was open, a picture of a female came up on his phone. She was wearing a bikini and had some of the biggest breasts I had ever seen.
“Oh my God,” I said. “Is she one of your girls?”
“No.” He laughed. “But if I swipe saying I like her, and she says the same about me, it’s a match, and we can communicate with each other through the app. Send text messages, possibly hook up.”
“Yea, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“You’re definitely not.” He smiled while texting on his phone.
“Are you writing her? What happened to Tasha, your college sweetheart?”
Sweetheartwas far from the truth. Henry never really had a relationship. The closest thing that came to a relationship was Tasha, and they were off and on between his other random hookups.
“Tasha is out. She got too clingy, plus, it was a match with this girl, and I’m down for some big jugs.”
“Ugh, you’re a pig.” I turned to Delaney as Henry laughed and said, “What’s my next option?”
With a giant smile on her face, Delaney said, “Online dating.”
“Yes.” Henry fist-pumped the air while finishing his text. He grabbed his tablet off the coffee table, and started typing away. “Minglingsingles.com here we come.”
“Oh good pick,” Delaney said. “She won’t get too many creepers on that website.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Henry said. It seemed like Henry’s displeasure with me not confiding in him wore off because he was in full-on Henry helping mode. Typical Henry, it was one of the many reasons I loved him.
Within minutes, he had a profile up and ready for me to fill out with a picture of me from our graduation. I was wearing a red polka-dot dress, my red glasses, black heels, and was blowing a kiss at the camera.
“Don’t use that picture,” I said, trying to grab the tablet from him, but he was too quick and spun away. “Guys will get the wrong idea from that picture.”
“And what idea would that be?” he asked with a snarky smile.
“That I’m loose . . .” The minute the words left my mouth, I realized what I was saying. “Ugh, never mind. Do what you need to do to get me, um . . . some action.”
If I was going to do this, if I was going to try to fulfill my dream of writing a romance novel, I had to start becoming more comfortable with talking about sex.
“That a girl.” Delaney nudged my shoulder. “Before you know it, you’ll to be going at it just like Derk and me.”
“Yea. By the way, can you keep the screams to a minimum?” Henry asked without looking up from his tablet. “I don’t need a boner over hearing you having sex.”
“Awww,” Delaney dragged out, clearly pleased. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
“Gross, you get boners from hearing Delaney have sex?”
He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing. “It just happens. Doesn’t mean I want Delaney. No offense,” he said apologetically. “I’m a guy, I get a boner over side boob, so anything can turn me on, really.”
“Interesting,” I thought to myself. I really needed to start reading more erotic, modern novels, because the fluffy stories my mom introduced me to were not teaching me half the stuff I needed to know. I needed a Kindle.
“All right, you’re all set. Your username is your email and your password is ‘takemyflower’. All one word.”Oh how subtle. Insert eye roll.
