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Asher looked as if he was on the brink of laughter; Ronan just looked sick.
“Unfortunately, sweetheart, none of us swing that way if you know what I mean.”
“I really don’t.”
“We’re all straight,” Asher cut in, sounding amused at Ronan’s flustered answer. “We all like girls.”
“I mean,” Ronan continued, shaking himself out of whatever funk my question had put him in. “My brother and I would sometimes make a girl a sandwich if she is into that sort of thing.”
I couldn’t help but think how thoughtful they were for doing that. I would imagine that one would get hungry after continuous sex, though I struggled to understand how the topic of food fit in with my question.
“What type of sandwich?” I asked. I wasn’t really curious, but what was the appropriate response to your guy friend talking about post-sex food? A question seemed the obvious choice.
Both Asher and Ronan were staring at me with matching indecipherable expressions. Was that hunger I saw in their gazes?
Lust?
What the ever-living hell?
“We usually prefer white meat,” Ronan said. I had never heard him use that voice before - it was sultry, almost like Ryder’s singing voice, and it did very strange things to me. Very strange and bad things that I no doubt shouldn’t feel for Calax’s best friend.
“And,” Ronan continued. “Dark bread. A little burnt.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be disgusting?”
I knew there were people who liked their toast burnt, but I personally found it gross. And what type of white meat was he referring to? Chicken?
At my comment, the lust cleared from Ronan’s eyes.
“Disgusting?”
“I mean, I guess that it depends on the girl,” I continued. “I personally would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
Asher’s eyebrows crinkled adorably.
“Peanut butter and-” As if something suddenly occurred to him, Asher blushed a bright crimson. “You think we’re actually talking about sandwiches, don’t you?”
Ronan also seemed to have come to the same realization as Asher had, for he too began to blush. I had never, in all the weeks I have known him, seen Ronan blush.
Before I could question their strange behavior, Asher released my hand and hurried to the front of the group. The back of his neck was on fire.
“What’s his problem?” I asked, worried that I would have to speak privately to Asher as well as Ryder.
Ronan cleared his throat, uncomfortable of the direction this conversation had headed. I really could not understand him.
He was the one who had brought up sandwiches. Was I just missing something? Why would the talk of sandwiches cause Ronan to look at me with such lust and wanting and-
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I squeaked. “What the hell, Ronan?”
My outburst was loud enough to garner the attention of the rest of our party. Even Ryder had stopped his sulking to stare at us with bemusement.
“You should’ve said you made herintoa sandwich, not that you made her a sandwich!”
Now it was my face that was blushing furiously.
“What the hell is she going on about?” Tommy asked curiously. Asher, who was closest to him, shook his head viciously.
