She shrugged like it was nothing. “Just my ass. This face has never been under the knife though.”
“I see.”
She watched me for a second. “That bother you?”
“Why would it?” I said. “It’s your ass. And if you get pregnant, you gotta carry it. I don’t really got a say either way.”
“True.” She licked her fork like she was deep in thought, then sat up a little straighter. “Maybe I’ll adopt!”
“Huh.” I dried my hands on the towel. “Sounds right up your alley.”
“Yours too,” she shot back. “You too busy tying people up to get anyone pregnant.”
I reached over and tapped her forehead.
“Ouch.”
“Mm,” I muttered. “I’m not opposed to adopting. I was in the childcare system myself, so I know what it’s like. Maybe I can help a child in need in that way.”
“Aww,” she mocked softly. “Heartwarming.”
I rolled my eyes and went back to the sink. “And I’m the mean one.”
“Did you learn all the BDSM shit from foster care?”
“Woah, woah, woah.” The plate hit the sink with a loud clank, water splashing up.“What?”
“You know,” she said, completely unbothered. “Like in that BDSM book.”
“Girl.”
“It’s an honest question!”
“Aurora.”
“Fine!” She rolled her eyes. “Forget I asked.”
I stared at her for a second, then exhaled and shook my head.
“…No, I didn’t,” I said. “And the character you referring to did not learn it while in foster care. He learned it from his mother’s friend years later.”
“Really? Maybe I gotta reread that—Wait!” Her eyes widened. “You read the book?!”
“I had to see what all the fuss was about.”
“And that’s how you ended up doing it.”
“No.”
“Then how?”
I grabbed the towel again, then I leaned back against the counter, looking at her.
“Same way anybody else figures themselves out,” I said. “Time. Curiosity. Trial and error.”
She tilted her head slightly, side-eyeing me.
“That’s it?”
