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“Oh, like making out with Johnny Devito in the back seat in the ninth grade?”
She laughs. “Actually, that one I’d like to forget.”
“He was the hottest guy our year!”
“Yeah, but his girlfriend, Bridget Kyler, slapping me after she found out…yeah, not fun.”
Amusement dances on her face as I laugh. “Oh right, I’d almost forgotten about that part.”
“Yeah, I didn’t.” Callie pauses for a moment before her eyebrows furrow. “Something is different about you.”
My heart skips a beat, but I try to stay calm. There’s no way she can know, is there? “It has been almost a year since we’ve seen each other.”
“No, it’s something else.” She makes a turn. “Spill the tea.”
Callie is like a hound dog when it comes to these things, so there’s no use trying to lie to her. I bite my lip. The air-conditioning brushes against my skin, but it can’t cool the burn of my confession simmering at the tip of my tongue.
“I took your advice,” I begin, feeling the weight of each word. “On the flight here.”
Her eyes widen, reflecting a mix of shock and excitement, hands tightening on the steering wheel. “You mean…”
“Yep.” I nod slowly, watching her reaction. “I lost my virginity.”
“Shut up!” She nearly swerves in her astonishment, then rights the car, glancing at me with her brow furrowed and lips parted. “I don’t even believe it. Details, Brielle. I need details!”
“It was…incredible,” I confess, the memory flooding back in vivid flashes—Conrad’s intense gaze, Grayson’s teasing whispers. I picture their strong hands, hands that did things to my body I’d never experienced before.
“Was he gentle? Was it everything you hoped for?” Her questions puncture the silence, eager to hear a play-by-play.
Right. Like a normal person, she thinks it was with just one man. For right now, I’m not going to correct her. Maybe I’ll never tell her the truth. I don’t want her to think I’m some kind of sex freak.
“More than gentle,” I say. “He made me feel…” I trail off, unsure how to encapsulate the storm of sensations that coursed through me, how one touch sparked a wildfire I couldn’t contain.
“Alive?” she offers, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
“Exactly.” I lean back, gazing out the window.
“Damn, girl.” She lets out a low whistle. “I’m so proud of you. How did that even happen? You are not the type to join the mile high club.”
I furrow an eyebrow at her. “Mile high club?”
“Don’t you read any books?”
“Not the ones you do!” I exclaim. “And Jared’s throbbing cock was so massive that I could barely get two hands around it…”
“That is not in my books!” I give her a knowing look, having caught passages of her books before. “Well, not that exactly. Anyways, the mile high club is just when you’ve had sex on a plane. I haven’t even joined the club.”
“Jealous?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
“As if!” She rolls her eyes. “But seriously, you have to celebrate this milestone, it’s a huge achievement.”
“Feel free to buy me a cake.” I grin.
“Or, we could go out, hit the bars.” That’s my best friend, always looking for a good time.
“I wish I could.” I glance down at my hands, my fingers still tingling from the memory of touch, of heat, of…them. “But there’s this dinner thing at home. I’d get out of it if I could, but it’s important to Dad.”
“Ugh, fine. Rain check then?” She arches an eyebrow, her grin infectious.
