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He chuckled. “You little bullshitter. You went and had yourself a threesome, didn’t you? Hey, we’re not going to judge. We’re not in a position to, even if we wanted to.”
I lifted a hand, palm out. “I think we’ve talked enough about my personal life for one evening.”
“That means yes,” Troy chuckled again.
Ansel’s lips twitched. “I’d say so.”
This was the problem with having fathers who were also your best friends. They didn’t mind discussing the most private topics with you. “Let’s just change the subject.”
“At least tell us if you enjoyed yourself,” said Troy. “Come on, your daddies didn’t raise no prude.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
Troy shot me a sour look and took a sip of his wine. “Kill-joy.”
“I’m not a kill-joy, I’d just rather not talk about my sex life right now.”
“So you’ll tell us later?”
“No.”
“Then, when?”
I threw him an exasperated look. “Can you not just drop this?”
“It’s too much fun watching you get all flustered.”
“I’d dareyouto tellmeabout all of your sexual escapades, but you wouldn’t hesitate.”
Troy put down his glass. “Sex is not a taboo subject. People should be free to talk about it without shame. Now come on, give me some details about your time with Kaleb and Trace.”
“Oh my God, will you stop bugging me?”
“I don’t think I can. I’m a creature of habit.”
That was when I grabbed a slice of tomato from the cutting board and threw it at him. He only laughed, the shit.
Chapter Six
Something was wrong. Really wrong.
Double-blinking, I gripped the edge of the stool beneath me, trying and failing to fully focus on the guy sitting beside me at the dome’s bar. He was nattering away, seemingly oblivious to my struggle. It was weird and hard to explain, but it was like my attention just wouldn’t properly fix on him.
Thanks to a bout of the flu, I hadn’t been back to the Vault in the last two weeks. I’d arrived with Cat and Danton earlier, who’d gone off to a private room an hour ago, leaving me here with a very talkative dude by the name of Flynn.
Everything had been going swimmingly well. At first. The conversation wasn’t bad. The view was pretty good. And although we didn’t have amazing chemistry, I liked him. Liked talking to him. He was funny. Open. Smart. He didn’t seem to take himself too seriously.
But right now, I wasn’t feeling so good.
I’d been fine up until ten or so minutes ago. But nausea then kicked in, my head started to feel strangely light, and a heavy feeling began to invade my muscles.
Flynn’s brow creased in concern. “Hey, you okay?”
I nodded. “Just feeling a little off.” I weakly waved my hand, encouraging him to keep talking.
He eyed me carefully. “You’re sure?”
No. “Absolutely.”
