I tried (and failed) to distract myself

“So, what are your plans for college?” I asked, more trying to distract myself than caring about the answer.

“I’ve got a sports scholarship to Chicago, so … yeah.”

“Nice, well done!” I said. Not surprising, considering those abs. Head out of the gutter, Emily.

“Thanks. What about you?”

“I’m hopefully gonna do theater at Wisconsin – assuming my GPA is good enough, obviously.”

He nodded. “Cool. What, do you want to be an actor, or something else?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “That or a pornstar,” I added.

Freddie choked on his Pepsi. “What?”

I grinned. “I’m kidding.” I wasn’t kidding. It had crossed my mind a couple of times before, and if Nick had any say in it I might not have a choice in the matter. I could totally rock the porn scene if I wanted to. Anyway, it was an option.

“Right …” He avoided my gaze, and I giggled at his discomfort.

“What? You’ve already seen me in a … compromising position,” I said teasingly.

Blushing, he shifted uncomfortably, and I suddenly realized he was probably trying to hide an erection. Oops – I might’ve overdone it, I thought to myself. Or …