She looked at me.
Then I leaned forward and spread my hands out on the table, and it all came out in a rush: “We had sex and it was amazing and he wasso goodand his dick is like…ugh, amazing, not that I have that much to compare it to but—” I screeched a little, resting my forehead on the table to muffle it.
Amber grabbed my arm and hauled me back upright.
“No no no,” she said. “Youdo notget to put your head down. I need your face for this. I need full eye contact.”
“Amber—”
“Just to confirm—it was Wyatt, right?”
She covered her mouth with her hands, feet drumming on the floor, the muffled sound of someone trying very hard not to scream.
Then she pulled herself together…
…folded her hands on the table like a woman conducting a very important meeting.
“Okay,” she said. “Okay. Start from the birthday kiss.”
“You already know about the birthday kiss.”
"I know about the kiss. I don't know about—" she waved her hand at all of me— "whatever happened between then and now that resulted in you coming home smelling like sex and looking likethat."
"Looking like what."
She pointed at my neck.
I pulled my collar up.
"He gave you a hickey," she said. "Wyatt Holt. Who has never once in six years given any indication that he has a pulse."
"He has a pulse," I said. "He…very muchhas a pulse."
"Haven." She grabbed my hands across the table. "I need you to tell me everything. I need it like I need oxygen. I will take this to my grave, I swear on my mother's life, but you have to tell me right now or I'm going to actually die."
We stared each other down again.
“He spanked me,” I said, too fast.
She actually gasped. “Haven.”
“He…he told me he wanted to ‘flip me over andpound my pussy’?”
She reached across to slap my hand. “You’re lying! No. No way.”
"I'm not lying," I said. "I would never lie about something this important."
"Wyatt Holt said those words. Out of his mouth."
"In my ear, specifically."
Amber sat back in her chair and pressed both hands flat on the table like she needed to steady herself. "I need a minute."
"Take your time."
"I'm taking it." She stared at the ceiling. "Okay. Did it hurt? Because you were—I mean, before last night you'd never?—"
"No," I said. "It didn't hurt."
