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I manage a low sigh of relief.
"You can come out, now, petal."
I freeze on my feet.
Petal.
That's what Dimitri’s called me the day we were introduced two years ago. I like it. I like it a lot. It makes me feel beautiful and delicate and grown up, because the most beautiful man alive has a pretty nickname for me. Stupid, I know. He wouldn't look at me twice.
"Watched your fill?" he asks me, closing the distance between us.
When he reaches the bar, he opens the mini fridge to grab a bottle, and drinks from the mouth.
"Don't tell Morgan," I beg.
He snorts over the drink, spilling some of it out.
"Yeah, right. Like I want that conversation with yoursister. Way to get myself cockblocked."
I breathe out at his reassurance. "I just came down for something to eat. Then I was there, and—"
I can't think of a decent excuse, so I leave it at that. "Yeah? What are you hungry for, little girl?"
That question has a double meaning, and when I watch him smirk, I assume he did it on purpose. Dimitri likes seeing me squirm.
"Something sweet. There was cake earlier, right?"
To my surprise, Dimitri helps me find cake, and watches me eat it too.
"How old are you again?"
Again? I don't remember him asking before. "Seventeen in December."
It sounds better than sixteen, even though December’s in three months.
"Seventeen," he repeats. "That's a little young to enjoy watching your sister fucking."
"Didn’t mean to look, I was just—"
"A dirty little pervert," he finishes for me. "Did you like what you saw?"
I flush.
"Don’t be ashamed."
"She was glowing," I murmur. "Morgan. She…seemed to like it a lot."
"She did."
Maybe I can ask him. "Are you guys together? Like, with Camden."
"No, nothing like that. Camden and Morgan are what we call swingers. They’re a a couple, fully committed to each other. Sexually, they like to explore. I'm not going to draw you a picture, but it’s more common than you think. And swingers often stay together longer."
Swingers. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the term, but now, I’ll research it. I want to know everything about it.
"I want to feel what that’s like," I confess out loud, surprising myself.
“Find a boy to show you.” Dimitri’s tone is firm. “You’re a little too young to handle a man.”
