The Hazards of Sleeping with a FriendBy: Alyssa Rose Ivy
“Is sex actually important?”
“What?” Kyle spit out the sip of beer he’d just taken.
“You heard me. Or really what I’m asking is whether it’s possible to live a satisfying and meaningful life without it.”
He leaned back in the worn desk chair to get a better look at me. “Is there a reason for this question?”
“Not really.” I hopped up onto the desk, careful to tug down on my skirt. “I’m just trying to plan out the rest of my life.”
“Maybe drinking while we reorganized the station was a bad idea.” He leaned back further, rocking the chair in the process. The movement gave me a momentary vision of doing the same kind of rocking with him. I shook my head to clear the thought. I wasn’t going there. No matter how much I crushed on Kyle, dating him wasn’t in the cards. Dating anyone wasn’t. I’d been there and done that, and it had ended in disaster. I wasn’t opening myself up to that kind of mess and pain again.
“I guess the answer to your question is a personal one. There are some people who can live completely satisfied without sex, but others who can’t.”
“Which category do you fall into?” I wasn’t sure why I was opening up such an awkward line of conversation with a friend who was also now technically my boss, but once I started I couldn’t stop.
“The second group.”
“Really? But you haven’t had any in months, have you?” I leaned toward him, challenging him to disagree.
“How would you have any clue about my sex life, Jade?” He turned his head slightly. He always did that when he was thinking.
“Because you spend almost all your time here.” As the manager of the campus radio station, Kyle spent nearly every moment that he wasn’t in class in his office or overseeing one of the student radio hosts. Like me.
“That doesn’t mean I haven’t had sex.”
“Now that sounds like you’re implying that you’ve had sex here.” I tapped the wooden desk. “I’m assuming that’s not what you meant.”
“No. I’m saying you don’t keep tabs on me all the time.”
“Okay. So the last time you had sex, was it mind-blowingly amazing or did it suck?”
“Now that question can’t have anything to do with you planning out the rest of your life.”
“No it can’t.” I ran a hand through my long black hair. I was far too tired and buzzed to be having this conversation, but I didn’t actually care.
“When’s the last time you had sex?” His brow wrinkled.
“It’s been awhile. I’m not going to make up some story about you not keeping tabs on me.”
“How long is awhile?”
“Why?” I crossed my legs.
“Because I’m trying to figure out where all this is coming from and where the conversation is going.”
“Why would you be worried about where it’s going? Are you afraid I’m going to try to jump you or something?” I bit my lip in an exaggerated way. A small of amount of alcohol decimated my inhibitions. It’s why I rarely drank and never did unless I was around someone I trusted. For one reason or another, I trusted Kyle.
“I wouldn’t be afraid of that.”
“I thought about it before when you were leaning back in your chair.” It was more than the alcohol making me honest. It was Kyle. I always told him he should go into counseling. He could make anyone open up about anything,
“You need a boyfriend.”
“No thanks. Hence my question about not having sex. I’m not meant for relationships.” I hoped he wouldn’t ask for details, but I knew he would.
“How many relationships have you had?”
“Me either, but I’m not throwing in the towel quite yet.” He leaned back again. Either he’d forgotten what I’d said, or he didn’t mind me having sexual thoughts about him.
“Have you ever had sex without a relationship?” I’d already made him uncomfortable, no reason to stop now.
“Kyle Bradley. I’m surprised at you.”
“Why? Do I really seem like such a saint?” He watched me carefully.
“Not a saint, but an ‘emotions matter’ kind of guy.”
“It’s not a habit of mine, but it happens.”
“I’ve never had that kind of emotionless sex. Maybe that’s my problem.” I took another small sip of the bitter beer.
“That’s not your problem.” He tossed his empty beer bottle into the recycling bin across the room.
Also By Alyssa Rose Ivy
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- · Storm:The Empire Chronicles
- · Soar (The Empire Chronicles #1)
- · Derailed
- · Search (The Empire Chronicles #2)
- · The Hazards of Sleeping with a Friend
- · The Hazards of Skinny Dipping
- · The Hazards of Sex on the Beach
- · The Hazards of Mistletoe
- · The Hazards of a One Night Stand