Page 126 of Revenge Puck
Aaron: Yes to all the above.
Oh.
Oh…
I stop in the middle of the sidewalk, flipping to the rideshare app to request a ride, lifting one hand to my face to check the heat of my cheeks.
Flaming hot.
Is he talking about…blow jobs?
Like, he wants me to suck his dick?
The rideshare pulls up before I can spiral any further. I slide into the backseat and immediately stare out the window like I’m contemplating major life decisions instead of replaying Aaron’s text over and over and over again.
Your mouth doing dirty things…
By the time we hit downtown, my brain has run through every possible interpretation.
Innocent.
Flirty.
Filthy.
* * *
I make a beeline for my cubicle, wasting no time before powering up my laptop and FaceTiming Blaire.
“Of course he wants you to suck his dick,” she announces with authority, hair in a claw clip, oversized blue light glasses sliding down her nose, clearly working from home. “What hot-blooded man doesn’t want his pole waxed?”
“Lower your voice!” I hiss.
“Relax,” she deadpans. “No one can hear me.”
“I just—” I glance around even though no one is paying attention, my heart racing. “He didn’t say it outright.”
“He doesn’t have to,” she replies. “Men are not complicated.”
I sink back in my chair. “That feels like an oversimplification.”
“Fine.” She sighs dramatically. “Smoking hot, confident professional athlete hints about your dirty mouth and you’re confused about what he means?”
When she puts it likethat…
I drop my face into the palm of my hands. “This is a nightmare.”
Blaire bursts out laughing and takes a long, obnoxious chug from her giant pink water bottle. “It’s really very simple.”
I peek at her through my fingers. “Maybe for you. But I’ve never…”
She freezes mid-sip. Slowly lowers the bottle. “You’ve neverwhat?”
I groan. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“Juliette Kennedy. How did I not know this? How have I known you for over a decade and did not know you’ve never had your mouth on a man’s junk?”
“Because you say things like ‘man’s junk’!”
