I don’t know.
Nate
What do you mean you don’t know?
Is cunnilingus mentioned in Genesis?
Dylan
is what?
Nate
He went down on her.
Jude
Whoa. That’s basically like a proposal for you, huh?
Nate
Look who’s talking. You’re a monk.
Nate
It’s not good to go without sex for so long. Pretty sure you can die from blue balls. That shit builds up.
Yeah? What scientific periodical did you read that in?
Nate
The Blue Balls Bill.
Anyway. Count me in for tomorrow.
Dylan
And me and the kids
Nate
All right. Pull my leg. I’ll be there.
Joy.
Nate
Oh, go see your nanny.
I plan on it.
TWENTY-FOUR
LIAM
Over the next three weeks, Kennedy and I settled into an easy rhythm. She spent every night in my bed, and although I’d gone out and bought condoms immediately after our first night together, we had yet to actually have sex…biblically. I was satisfied learning how every time I licked the crease of her thigh, she let out a high, keening sound because she was ticklish there, and that she had no problem riding my face.
Because she was perfect.