Frayed by Pamela Ann

for each other?
    A one-woman kind of man.
    “If she asked you to give it another go, would you go back?” I wondered out loud.
    He took a good minute or two to consider my question. “I’m not going to lie and say that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. Our relationship was great. Megan and I understood each other. We’re both competitive in nature, and we both thrived on it. I guess we were good together, but somewhere down the line, we drifted apart.”
    Why did it feel like I was being poked each time he mentioned her name?
    My prodding about his past didn’t ease my curiosity. In fact, it got worse. I was imagining all sorts of things in my head. When his phone rang again, breaking the silence in the room, I reached out above his body for the phone. “Hello?” I answered the call.
    “Trista!” Taylor hissed behind me. His hot body almost touching my back, but he was careful not to touch me.
    Nah uh , he messed with my night with James earlier. It was my time to mess with his.
    “Can I speak to Taylor?” a soft , angelic voice came on the other end, a tad shaky.
    Taylor tried to grab the phone from my ear, but I out maneuvered him and slapped his hand away. “Taylor is unavailable at the moment. Can I take a message?” I sounded flirty and buoyant. Possibly because I was still drunk
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o r maybe because I was having a blast making Taylor squirm—in any case I sure was having a terrific time.
    Instead of answering my question, Megan went straight for an interrogation of her own. “Are you his girlfriend?”
    Taylor was behind my back trying to steal his phone from my tight hold, but I managed to move away from him and tried to crawl using my elbows. His hands were too quick, though. He swiftly grabbed my ankles, pulling them towards him. With will and might, I tried to kick his hands off except I somehow ended up being rolled over on my back.  Looking away from him, I focused on the call. “Taylor and I aren’t like that. We’re just fuck buddies, you know,” I wickedly said, breathless.
    Megan gasped at my crude retort. She hung up a second after that. Oh, boo! I wanted to toy with Taylor some more, but Megan cut it short. “Here, she hung up on me. Megan sounds lovely by the way. I could just picture her as ladylike and very proper.”
    I handed him his phone back, but I stiffened in the midst of it. I was frozen on the fucking spot when I caught his eyes staring sharply at my slightly, parted legs. I swallowed nervously, my throat suddenly dry at the dark intensity of his hungry, devouring gaze. I felt utterly clueless what to do next. I couldn’t even summon enough energy to close my parted thighs. It was as if his eyes had the power of holding them in place while they simultaneously showed me how badly he wanted me.
    “ Why aren’t you wearing any underwear? ” Taylor was finally able to rasp out, his voice decadently heavy with desire, eyes still glued on my exposed, bare genitalia.
    “I never wear any when I’m sleeping,” I whispered before I urged my body to move. I counted from one to ten and willed my body to do so. When it finally did, I was still shaken. Shaken from my response to him, but most of all, shaken from the desire I heard in his voice. Taylor and I can’t happen. That’s that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to flash you. I wasn’t trying to seduce you, in case you’d think otherwise.”
    “Right, I forgot, I’m not your type. Of course you wouldn’t be seducing men like me. It never crossed my mind that you would.” Taylor gave me a curt nod and removes himself back to the side of the bed he had been inhabiting before we got interrupted by Megan.
    Once we quieted, I couldn’t leave the subject alone. “You sound mad. Is that because you wanted me?”
    Taylor hissed again. “Any man with a dick would be turned on at a close-up of a vagina. It was just a normal reaction for any hot-blooded male. You shouldn’t dwell on it.”
    His stupid tone irked me to