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If I let myself.
Instead, I rounded the girls and made us take rounds of shots, hoping it’d make me forget.
Unfortunately it’s the morning and I’m lying here memory intact and pride in tatters as I think back on yesterday. I don’t know what came over me or why I let it happen. Or even why I enjoyed it. It'd felt both like the most insane encounter of my life - what with him spanking me and all - and the most natural one. There'd been no awkwardness between us as we'd gone seamlessly from fighting to fucking.
Just lingering sexual frustration for me when I woke up this morning. Still now, not having been able to finish yesterday has me feeling irritated and unsatisfied.
I need to get the girls’ perspective on this whole thing.
Throwing my duvet off me, I hop out of bed and go to the kitchen where I find the other girls in various stages of hangover decomp.
“Morning.” Sixtine says groggily, handing me a cup of coffee.
Warm steam peels off the top of the cup as the fragrant aroma hits my nose. “Bless you.”
She raises her mug at me in a silent cheers.
I drop into the open seat at the table, exhaustion pulling at my muscles. Thayer’s hair is doing its best bird’s nest impression this morning. She looks at me through bleary eyes. “How was your night, B? Where did you disappear off to? I was looking for you for like twenty minutes.”
“Ugh.” I get up and pour a glass of orange juice as the three of them turn towards me. The hint of a good story has them perked up all of a sudden.
“Are you going to expand on that?” Nera asks.
“I think I need an intervention.” I say. “In fact, no, I know I need one. Please save me from myself, I beg you.”
“You are so Type A. You can’t call an intervention on yourself.”
“Oh, trust me. I can.”
Six jumps in. “Why do you need an intervention?”
“Grab the champagne, I’m going to need it.”
“That bad?” She asks with a small grimace.
Sixtine pours everyone a mimosa and the three of them look at me expectantly. I clear my throat.
“Ahem, I–” I pause, trying to find the wods. Ultimately, there’s no sugarcoating possible for this news. “I let Rogue spank me last night.” I finish, the words coming out in a garbled rush.
I’m met with silence so loud, the Chinese could hear a pin drop you could hear a pin drop in that room. Nera pushes back from the table and goes to her room. She’s back before I can question where she’s going and slaps a twenty euro note in Thayer’s palm.
“Thanks!” The latter crows happily.
I lift a questioning brow in Nera’s direction. “I bet Thayer that something would happen between the two of you within the month.” She points in Thayer’s direction. “She said it’d happen within two weeks.”
“Nothing happened ‘between us’.” I retort, emphasizing the last two words sarcastically.
“Sure, because nothing says platonic like spanking you at a party.” Thayer says sardonically. “Come on, I told you there were some serious vibes between you two. Now we have confirmation that they're the sexual kind.” She says, wagging her eyebrows.
“No, he was angry. It wasn’t like a hot spanking or anything.”
I don’t know why I lie. I don’t like the fact that something about my… relationship with Rogue is so transparently obvious to my friends, but I can’t see it.
But Thayer sees straight through me. “Let me ask you this then.” She crosses her arms over her chest, casually. “Did he spank you over your dress?”
Nera and Six turn back towards me with interest in their eyes.
I blush and don’t respond.
