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“Fine, then what’s your question?”
My fingers trace the edge of the plate, coordinating my thoughts before I speak. The worse thing I can do right now is accidentally blurt out I fucked Masen inside the ballroom as my parents danced on in the next room.
“One-night stands…”
Eric gasps, clutching his hand to his chest before he places it on mine with wide eyes.
“I’m ready. Ask me all the questions.”
“So…” I drag, followed by a hard swallow. “Is it called a one-night stand if, in fact, there have been three instances?”
“Honey bear, I need proper details,” Eric informs me with a serious face.
“Okay, so say the first time, the guy kinda, um, went down on the woman…”
“Eating the panty hamster, gotcha.”
I glance sideward, unsure how to take the term ‘panty hamster’ seriously, but it’s Eric, so I find a way to continue.
“And then the second time, she goes down on him.”
“Slurpin’ the gherkin, totally hot.” He nods with pursed lips while fanning himself. “And the third time?”
“The actual deal.”
Eric lets out a long whistle. “Girl, this is complicated.”
“I figured,” I mutter beneath my breath.
“Okay, well, let’s look at this logically. Going down on someone is hot, but we all know it leaves you with too much curiosity. Sex is sex. Just because a guy can eat pussy doesn’t mean he knows how to fuck like a wild stallion.”
My eyes widen in panic. “Will you keep your voice down?”
“So, to answer your question, I’d called this situation a fling. Not a one-night stand.”
I lean back into the chair, picking at my bread. “Good to know.”
Eric lifts his glass, taking a sip of his iced tea quietly before placing it down. He carefully picks a small piece of fluff off his canary yellow shirt then focuses his attention back on me.
“So, how long do I sit here before you tell me who it is?”
“It’s no one, a hypothetical.”
Eric crosses his arms beneath his chest. “Don’t lie to me, Addison Kate Edwards. You’ve got a glow on your cheeks. A blow-job glow.”
My hands move to my cheeks on their own accord. They feel fine, but I panic anyway and grab my compact out of my purse to check.
“Who’s been cleaning your cobwebs, girl?”
“Eric, like I said, hypothetical. As for the red cheeks, talking about such topics makes me uncomfortable. It’s something I must improve on if I want a career of listening to people because sex talk will come up.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Eric deadpans. “I give you one week before you’re at my doorstep begging for advice because your fling has sailed into dangerous waters.”
I tilt my head in confusion. “Dangerous waters?”
“A relationship.”
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