Free Blurred Truth (The Blurred Series Book 2) by Elle Ellerton

come on.
     
    Natalie: Fine. It might be a little smutty. But it’s totally an important part of the storyline.
     
    Me: Translation - it’s a lot smutty and you love every minute of it.
     
    Natalie: I do not!
     
    Me: So I was right - it is a lot smutty! There’s no shame in that Natty. I love porn too.
     
    Natalie: It is not porn! And I don’t love it!
     
    Me: Fine. In that case, you won’t mind sending me a screenshot of the page you were last reading.
     
    I’m just teasing. I love getting a rise out of her. I bet she’s blushing so bad right now that her neck and face are as red as a ripe tomato.
    I know it’s a little mean, but I just can’t help it. Just like I can’t help everything else I feel around her.
     
    Natalie: What if I don’t send you it?
     
    Me: Then I can only assume you’re reading porn.
     
    Natalie: How would you even know I was sending you the last page I read? I could pick any page I wanted.
     
    Me: If it’s not smutty, I’ll know it’s not the last page you read. If the last page you read wasn’t completely filthy, you’d have just sent it to me without hesitation to prove your point.
     
    She sends me a picture of the page she was last reading - like I asked - and I was totally right. That makes me laugh, and I’d be surprised if she didn’t hear me across the hall. So, I stop myself, not wanting her to feel like I’m laughing at her. I’m laughing with her, really.
     
    Me: Jesus, Natty. This shit’s even turning me on, and I’m a guy. We usually need visuals.
     
    Natalie: You don’t know their story. You don’t know the characters. And it’s just one page. You can’t possibly understand!
     
    Me: It may be porn with a good storyline, but it’s porn none-the-less, Natty. And I quote “She was so wet, he entered her in one hard thrust, then stilled as she quivered around him, adjusting to his considerable length.”
     
    Me: This might even be better than porn. I may just have to download it myself. Or maybe you can just screenshot the really good bits like this and text them to me.
     
    Natalie: OMG stop! This is so embarrassing.
     
    Me: Ha ha. I’m just messing with you, Nat. I know tons of girls love reading this stuff. It’s just fun to get a rise out of you is all. There’s nothing wrong with the books you read ;)
     
    Natalie: I know there’s nothing wrong with them!
     
    Looks like I’ve really riled her up. I like feisty Natalie.
    But then a question pops into my head that I can’t stop myself from asking.
     
    Me: Do you want a man like the one in this book?
     
    Natalie: Doesn’t every girl want a man like the one in the book?
     
    Me: No. Some girls like to be the one in charge, controlling every situation. Others like to be taken care of, in all situations. Some are a bit of both or more of one with a little of the other. Which are you?
     
    Natalie: I guess I don’t really know yet.
     
    Me: Then I’ll look forward to finding out. Sweet dreams, Natalie.

Chapter 10
    She’s avoiding me.
    I’ve literally not seen Natalie Connor for two weeks. How can you go two weeks without seeing someone you share an apartment with?
    The first week, I just put down to coincidence. We were both busy. But the second? Not a chance.
    She hasn’t even told Land about it.
    My suspicions were confirmed when Calli gave me a sympathetic look one day, when I went into the café hoping to bump into Natty. It was like she was saying, “She’s here, but she’s hiding,” with her eyes, even though her mouth was saying, “We are so rushed off our feet, I had to send Natalie out back to prep more food. She can’t even spare five minutes, Ryan.”
    I don’t even know what I’ve done to cause it.
    I’ve gone over and over our conversations from before this started. All I can think is that I really pissed her off with our text conversation about her books. But that can’t be right; it just doesn’t make sense.
    Well, it doesn’t even matter anymore, because