Forget You by Jennifer Snyder Page A

list of things I needed to find out
tomorrow night.
    “That should definitely be on the list of
things to find out. Nothing is sexier than tattoos on a man’s
ripped body, and since he’s an active member in the Guard, he’s got
to be in shape, right?” Lauren set the bag of popcorn on the coffee
table, and reached for her glass of wine.
    “Any type of muscles is sexy on a man,
regardless if he has tattoos or not,” Blaire chimed in. “As a
matter of fact, I’d prefer muscles over tattoos any day.”
    “Well, so would I, but a girl can dream.”
Lauren reached for a handful of popcorn, and tossed a few pieces at
Blaire. “Besides, my man has both.”
    I laughed. Ian was Lauren’s man, and yes, he
did have both, but only because she’d told him time and time again
tattoos were sexy. He’d eventually gotten one of his own. I think
he was the type of guy to know a good thing when he saw it, and he
figured if Lauren was as into guys with tattoos as she claimed to
be, then he best go out and get one. He would do anything for
her.
    “Jason only has muscles, and I find him
attractive as all get out,” Blaire confessed with an impish
grin.
    “I should hope so,” Paige chimed in. “You are
marrying him in a few weeks.”
    Blaire unwrapped a chocolate, popped it into
her mouth, and flicked the wrapper at Paige.
    “When did you two get so messy?” Paige picked
the wrapper out of her hair, and set it on the coffee table with
the growing pile from chocolates we’d already devoured.
    “I’m glad you find your fiancé so attractive,
Blaire. I’m telling you though, if he got a tattoo to go with his
abs of steel, you would be all over him. You’d probably lick it,
you’d think it was so damn hot,” Lauren said.
    Unable to help myself, I laughed at the
mental image.
    “As long as he showered, you’d be thinking he
tasted better than chocolate,” I added.
    “Moving on,” Blaire insisted. She flashed
Lauren and me a pointed look, one that said she was done with this
conversation. “Eva, tell us more about this mystery guy none of us
knew you were dating until date number three.”
    All eyes were suddenly on me, and for a
moment, I didn’t know what to say. How could I tell them it had
been lust at first sight? That every time he touched me, I felt as
though my heart would explode right out of my chest. How could I
tell them that our first date had been so incredibly juvenile I’d
dogged it point blank numerous times throughout the night, but in
the end, it had wound up being the best date I’d ever been on?
    “Is he better than the last guy?” Paige
asked. “He was a real piece of work, remember him?”
    “Keith, ugh. I’d forgotten all about him. Why
did you have to bring him up?” I crinkled my nose at the memory of
him.
    Keith was one of those guys I had dated that
never lost the what-the-hell-was-I-thinking factor. The more I
thought about him, the more power that question gained in my
mind.
    “Remember how she dumped him?” Lauren
chuckled. “If I hadn’t already added you to my list of friends
before that night, I so would have then. I’ve never seen
such a bad freaking ass break up before.”
    I laughed and thought back to it. “Yeah, that
was one of my better ones, I’ll admit that.”
    All of us had been at some random party. I’d
gone to the bathroom, and when I came back, I found Keith heavily
flirting with some girl. He was brushing the back of his hand
against her cheek, and gazing into her bloodshot eyes. Yes, I had
been on the rag that night, but it by no means swayed my decision
to dump the loser.
    Although, it may have helped to infuse my
anger toward him and the situation ten-fold.
    Storming across the room, I dumped my drink
on him, and proceeded to rip him down to size. I couldn’t remember
everything I’d said, but I remembered most of it. It had gone
something along the lines of, “Here’s his number and some cliff
notes: He smokes too much pot, but he’s good in bed.