Nightswimming
by Tiffany Reisz
Available for free on her website
Short Story
Takes place approximately fifteen months before The Siren– stars Wesley & Nora
Genre
No review for this one, as it is too short. Just providing a link to make readers aware of the extra reads for the Original Sinners series while I review the main books.
You can read the short story here on Tiffany Reisz's website
Josh: “I’m a Political Science major. Politicians don’t actually have to know shit. We just have to sound like we do.”
Wesley: “I’m so proud to be an American right now.”
Javier: “Girls are gross. I don’t know how any of you have sex with them.”
Josh: “Wesley can tell you. Wes, tell us how you have sex with Nora. I much prefer biology and anatomy to chemistry.”
Wesley picked up the eraser and wiped off the equation from the board. In large black letters he wrote, 'Wes Railey Does Not Talk About His Sex Life.'
Fitz: “Can you at least talk about Nora’s sex life?” .
Wesley: “Read her books.”
Fitz: “I did. I lost my virginity to one of her books. My god, those things should come with a box of Kleenexes and some hand lotion.”
Wesley: “That’s it, I’m done for the night. I’m going to bed. Good night, and once again, I hate y’all.”
Fitz: “Where are you going, Young Wesley?”
Wesley: “Nowhere.”
Josh: “He’s meeting his lover for a midnight rendezvous.”
Wesley: “I’m not meeting Nora for a midnight rendezvous. It’s not midnight.”
Wesley: “You didn’t tell me we were racing.”
Nora: “I know. I want to win. Ready? On your mark…”
Wesley: “I’m so going to win.”
Nora: “That’s okay. We can still have sex after. Go!”
Wesley: “You think I’m gorgeous?”
Nora: “No. I know you’re gorgeous. I have eyes if you haven’t noticed.”
Nora: "I’m quite fond of virgins. Of course, they usually don’t stay virgins around me very long.”
Wesley: “I can imagine.”
Nora raised her eyebrow at him.
Nora: “Can you?”
Wesley took a short breath and shook his head.
Wesley: “I am seriously gonna get in trouble with you, aren’t I?”
Nora: “Armloads of trouble.”
Nora playfully rolled her eyes.
Nora: “You’re one of those guys who wouldn’t have sex with anyone he’s not in love with, aren’t you?”
Wesley: “Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point of sex.”
Nora: “God, I hope not. I’ve only been in love with one person in my entire life. It would suck if he was the only one I ever got to have sex with.”
Wesley: “He probably would prefer to be the only person you ever had sex with.”
Nora: “Nah. We were poly-amorous.”
Wesley: “Do I even want to know what that means?”
Nora grinned at him.
Nora: “You sweet vanilla boy, what am I going to do with you?"
Wesley: “Ouch.”
Nora: “That’s what I said. Often.”
Wesley: “Is it okay if I hate him?”
Nora: “Sure. I tell him I hate him all the time.”
Nora: “You are amazing. Absolutely amazing. You know that, don’t you?”
Wesley: “And you’re insane.”
Nora: “That’s true, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re amazing.
Nora: “Friends. . .interesting. I don’t think I’ve had an actual just friend since high school.”
Wesley: “No way.”
Nora: “I’ve lived a weird life, gorgeous.”
Wesley: “Well, you are a weird person. Good weird though.”
Wesley: “I really like your eyes.”
Nora snorted a laugh.
Nora: “Well, it’s a start.”
Wesley: “No, seriously. They change colors. Sometimes they’re green and sometimes they’re black. It’s really cool.”
Nora: “They change with my mood. They’re mood eyes. Green when I’m happy. Black when I’m horny. What color are they now?”
Wesley stared into Nora’s eyes. They shone black as night in the low light of the pool.
Wesley: “Green.”
Nora: “Well, I am with you. One should be green and the other should be black.”
Wesley: “You’re doing it again. You have no filter.”
Nora: “Only swimming pools need filters. Life is too short to edit yourself."
Wesley: “What did he say when you called him an idiot?”
Nora: “He laughed and said he was trying to decide if God was punishing him or rewarding him. I think he’s still trying to figure that out."