I shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, Kin. I mean, Scott’s good in bed and his package is respectable as hell, but…there’s no fire,” I complained. “Like…there’s passion, but no…fire.” My face scrunched. “Does that make sense?”
My roommate nodded. “He’s good enough to get and keep you interested, but he doesn’t set your skin aflame with just one touch. He doesn’t make you wet with just one look. You don’t feel consumed by him long after he’s left. There’s no…need.” Her voice sounded wistful, and it made me pause a bit. “There’s a want there, and it might even be a serious want, but there’s no need.”
“Like…you’ll die if he doesn’t kiss you,” I agreed.
Kincaid nodded again. “A fire so hot that you’ll let him lift your skirt in public.”
“Right?” I quickly agreed again. “Like…like…you don’t even care about getting arrested for indecency because you want each other so badly.”
“And you don’t care who hears you because you can’t contain the pleasure, even if you wanted to,” she added.
“Fire,” I said.
“Fire,” she echoed.
“That’s what’s missing,” I told her. “And though I was okay with it missing before, now…well, I guess I’m realizing just how little I’m settling for, and I don’t want to. I want something more.”
Kincaid let out a low sigh. “It’s such a shame that sex boils down to chemistry. A guy can be such a fucking asshole, but we’ll make it work if he is good in bed.”
“Well, what about you?” I asked. “You haven’t been on a date in forever.”
She waved a hand about. “I don’t have time for that nonsense,” she dismissed easily. “I have enough headaches without adding a guy into the mix.”
I dropped my head back on the couch. “Do you think guys complain about not being able to find a good girl? Do you think they worry about it like we do?”
Kincaid let out a dark laugh. “No,” she answered. “All they care about is getting their dicks wet.”
My head popped back up. “That’s rather harsh,” I remarked. “What about Saxton?”
“Saxton will always be the exception to the rule,” she replied. “Saxton isn’t like other guys.”
“Is he gay or something?’
This time, Kincaid let out a genuine chuckle. “No, Hastings. Saxton is not gay.”
“Well…I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being gay,” I muttered, slightly embarrassed.
Kincaid smiled. “No, there isn’t,” she agreed. “However, Saxton is not gay. He likes women.”
Before I could comment on Saxton Voss’ sexual preferences again, her phone went off. “Is that him?” I asked as she looked down at her phone.
She nodded. “Yeah. I better be ready when he comes to pick me up,” she laughed. “He’s such an ass. Especially, when he knows he’ll wait on me for as long as it takes.”
A small part of me envied how certain she was of that fact. What did it feel like to have that kind of certainty with someone who wasn’t obligated to you by blood? However, envy aside, it was nice to see.
“As he should,” I agreed.