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“There’s no way I’m backing out of this, Lay.” I planted my hands on my hips and sighed heavily. “Tonight is going to be a fun night out. We’re going to sing our hearts out...”
A huge grin spread across Layla’s face, replacing her pout and lighting up her eyes with excitement.
“And we’re going to dance our asses off. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a nice boyfriend there.” I smirked.
Layla snickered. “If I’m going to find a boyfriend, it’ll be one of the band members of Satan’s Priest. Oh, maybe I can get with the lead singer! He has such a dreamy voice.” She sighed, her gaze drifting to the side as she imagined doing naughty things with him. “Can you imagine getting fucked three ways to Sunday in the back room where everyone can hear? I’d let that man defile me and call me his little whore.”
My jaw dropped, my eyes bugged out, and I clutched my imaginary pearls in disbelief. “Ew! I don’t want to know what you do in the bedroom!”
Layla rolled her eyes before shimmying off the bed. Her favorite heels added four inches to her five-foot-eight frame as she stood. I bought those shoes for her on her birthday this year and was glad to see she was using them. She tossed her wavy brown hair over her delicate shoulders. “What? You don’t like being called filthy names? Does your littleboyfriendnot like to whisper dirty shit into your ear while he fucks you?”
“No! I mean—” My cheeks grew hot.
Layla approached me with a grin, her eyes turning sultry as she raked her gaze from my head to my feet. “He doesn’t grab you by the throat, cutting off your air while he pounds your little kitty from behind?”
“Little kitty?” I choked out.
My breathing became quicker, and my heart started hammering in my chest. I could only think of Sebastian fucking me in a position other than missionary and getting rough with me.
My thighs trembled, and warmth pooled low in my belly as I imagined him doing bad things to me. It wasn’t like him at all. Sebastian preferred to face me and be gentle during sex.
Layla walked behind me, her fingers dragging over my back. She came to my other side, her lips pressing to my ear as she huskily murmured, “He doesn’t call you his little bitch and demand that you take it like a good girl?”
I spun around, facing her as my jaw hit the floor. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”
Layla scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I knew it. He’s so fucking vanilla that he makes Father Thomas look like he’s into some kinky shit. You need to live a little, Gracie. Let a real man handle you like he owns you and your pleasure.”
How did she know any of this stuff? Was that something she was into? She never talked about her experiences, so I couldn’t recall if she had sex or not. It’d always been me telling her that Sebastian and I had fucked. She always seemed interested, and I thought it was just because we were best friends. I didn’t judge her, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d had sex because of how crude she could be.
“Let’s drop it,” I sighed.
Layla rolled her eyes and laughed sarcastically. “Whatever. One day you’ll see that Sebastian isn’t good enough for you. His vibes aren’t good, and it sounds like having sex with him is boring.” She stuck out her tongue and pointed her finger toward her open mouth in a gagging gesture.
“Drop it.”
She raised her hands, palms out, and backed away from me. “Whatever, Gracie.”
Turning away from her, I did a once over in the mirror and called it good. “Let’s go out to eat.”
“Thank God. I’m starving.” Layla snatched her clutch from the top of my vanity and walked out of the room.
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“Ugh, did you invite your boyfriend?” Layla huffed while chewing on a french fry.
I followed her gaze, looking over my shoulder from where we sat at the booth in our favorite diner. Sebastian walked through the front door, the bell hanging above it tinkling. He looked around the crowded diner, searching until his gaze finally landed and remained fixed on me. A smile spread across his face.
Butterflies filled my stomach, and I returned his smile with my own. He strode to our booth, and I scooted to the side, allowing him to sit beside me.
“Hi, bunny,” he whispered, pecking me on the lips while hooking his arm behind my back and resting his hand on top of the plastic-covered bench.
I smiled against his lips and kissed him again before I pulled away. “You made it.”
“Of course I did. You know I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you.”
My heart skipped a beat, and a blush rose from my neck to my cheeks. Sebastian grinned at me, aware of how he affected me. His usual murky blue eyes were a bluish gray, and I loved it when they changed colors like that. The five o’clock shadow on his jawline made him look older than his actual age.
