The Checklist (Explicit Version)

Chapter 8

I shamelessly also shaved my armpits and... some other places. In my defence, when winter came, so did my body hair.

But I am horny. I admit it! I am a twenty-one-year-old that has never had good sex. And since making my list, I've wanted to have sex. I am deprived. I want to check off my freaking list. I'm itching for it.

So, if Myles decides he doesn't want this—totally understandable—I'm leaving the bar with a guy.

But sitting inside the bar now, I think my options were quite slim.

While I didn't keep up with hockey, I knew there was a game today because Nellie said she wanted to go with some friends. I also heard Valerie on the phone earlier today. She also mentioned heading out, so I knew I'd have the house to myself.

But I realized, this game was a blessing and a curse because the bar had no hot guys. There were a few groups of guys, yes, but they all looked like they just got out of high school and probably had fake IDs. Were they legal? Totally. But unlike John Mayer, I don't date nineteen-year-old's.

I was fidgeting in my seat when I asked for another double shot. The moment it was delivered, I threw my head back and drank it in one gulp. By the time I brought the glass back to the counter, I felt a cool chill run down my bare back as the front door opened behind me.

Spinning the stool around, my lips instantly pulled into a grin when I saw Myles striding inside the bar, only to come to a sharp halt when he saw me sitting across from him. It felt like my heart was in my throat when his eyes travelled down my body. I did the same to him.

I could tell he just got off from work, but that didn't stop him from not looking good. Even though his hair was still pulled back in a bun, he wore black jeans and a black shirt underneath his open puffer jacket.

He dropped his head and clenched his jaw before removing the distance between us.

"Why do you look like that?"

I couldn't help but grin wider at his demanding tone. "Well, if I'm going to ask for help to complete my sex list, I might as well look the part."

A few heads shot in my direction, but I didn't feel embarrassed. The alcohol was already worming itself into my system. Thank god for being a light weight.

He bared his teeth before giving a vicious glare at the people staring at me. When he turned back to me, I saw his face red with anger.

Without pulling his eyes off mine, he stuffed a hand into his jean pocket and removed his wallet. With one hand, he pulled out a fifty and gave it to the bartender while grabbing my elbow with the other.

I almost fell off the chair, but he quickly caught me before snatching my jacket off the stool. I yelped when he tugged me out of the bar, not really focusing on where he was taking me until my back was pressed against a cool surface.

I quickly realized that he snuck us into the alley beside the bar. Surprised by the lack of light shining at us, I glanced to the left with a frown, only to see a large dumpster truck hiding us from people's view.

The sound of low grumbling made me twist my head back to Myles, only to see him opening my jacket for me to wear. I grinned and slipped my arms inside while asking gleefully, "So, did you think about it? No pressure, obviously, but I'm just letting you know that I've decided to get dicked down tonight. Do you know when you feel so overwhelmingly stressed that you can't do anything but feel anxiety? And then when all that stress is gone, you feel empty? So you look for what can replace that empty feeling, only to realize, you feel empty because your pussy is empty!" I heaved in laughter at my own joke while Myles looked horrified. "Anyway, I finished all my tests and upcoming assignments, so I feel empty. I want sex. Listen, you don't wanna help a friend out, that's cool but don't stop me from getting—"