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"Or you'll ask Miles to shut me up," Tom offers.
Miles presses his lips into my neck. "Please ask. I'd love an excuse."
I shake my head. "I don't want to hear another word about my friend or about Drew. Got it?"
Tom nods. There's annoyance all over his face, but he nods.
Pete laughs. "Damn, you're not even getting pussy and you're whipped. Banging those drum sticks must be frying your brain."
"You play bass in an emo band, asshole. Do you actually do anything?" Tom asks.
"You still doubt that I'm the sexiest member of Sinful Serenade?" Pete asks. "Meg, back me up. I'm way hotter than your boy toy, right?"
Tom butts in before I can even fathom a response. "'Cause that whole 'girl you know I've got steady rhythm' thing is so hot."
Pete winks at me. "Meg knows what I'm talking about."
I blush and squeeze my legs together again. Miles laughs, and he tilts me so my knees are facing away from the guys, so I'm only at risk of flashing the wall.
"Cindy knows what he's talking about," Miles says. "And we've heard what he's talking about in lurid detail."
Pete blushes, but there's a wealth of confidence in his eyes. "You have to admit—I last a long time."
"And he's quite creative, too," Miles says.
I'm lost. I turn to Miles. "You're going to have to explain this to me."
Miles runs his fingertips along my thighs, right under the hem of my skirt. "Pete is a phone sex devotee."
Pete shrugs, playing sheepish but clearly proud as hell. "You'd both understand if you ever tried taking a relationship on the road." He chuckles. "Or if you ever tried a relationship. Period."
I turn ever so slightly, so I'm looking into Miles's eyes. I still can't place his expression.
Feelings well up in my stomach. Is this what relationships feel like? I have affection for him, I do. I'm just not sure where the line stops. We are friends. We do have sex. But is there more to it than that?
"Jesus, now Miles has to prove he has the skilled hands," Tom says.
Pete shakes his head. "Miles convinces girls he's tortured inside, that he needs them to wipe his pain away."
"Right," Tom says.
Pete chuckles. "He has a mouth and he knows how to use it."
"Is that right, Meg?" Tom asks.
I turn back to them. "My lips are sealed."
Miles whispers in my ear, "Want to get out of here?"
A rush of heat passes through me. I do want to get out of here. I do want Miles to take me home and to drag me to bed. But not like this, not with him guarding all his secrets.
I turn to him the best I can. "Only if you're going to explain what Tom was talking about. Or should I ask him right now?"
Miles grabs my hips and slides me off his lap. We're almost facing each other, and his expression is almost serious. The closest thing to serious I've seen in quite a while.
He nods.
I nod.
