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“You needed to be balanced out.”
“The point is you probably don’t want to get sloshed with him around. We’re just sticking to what you made us promise.”
“Jake…he…I…he’s not so bad…” She dropped her head back on the sofa with a long sigh.
“Are you listening to yourself?” Willow reached across and lightly smacked her forehead. “He’s such an idiot. He does my fucking head in every time he opens his mouth.”
“Stop acting like you don’t enjoy his banter. You’re as bad as him.”
“You can’t say I’m as bad as him just because I give as good as I get.”
“Let’s not make any brash decisions. I understand that you’re verging on the desperate side of things but let’s not be hasty here. He would never let you forget it.”
“It’s alright for you.” She tilted her head up enough to take another generous swig of her wine. “Who says I’m desperate?”
Willow moved to sit on the coffee table in front of us. “Aren’t you?”
“No.”
“Who’s been withholding now?” I tugged a strand of her hair.
“Stop it!” She smacked my hand away. “I’m not withholding, I’m just not desperate. There’s a reason vibrators were invented…”
She took a large gulp of her wine as a deep blush warmed her cheeks.
“Now you’re beginning to sound like her.” I pointed at Willow who actually looked horrified. “No offence.”
“I don’t sound like that and I am definitely a real cock over fake dick kind of person.”
“Because you’re the female version of your favourite person.”
She gasped as she locked her gaze on me. “I. Am. Not. A. Whore.”
“Relax, I didn’t say you are. You’re just very open to new experiences with different people.”
“You’re a whore.” Dorian shrugged.
“She’s not.” I berated her as I twisted back to Willow. “You’re not.”
“Am I a slut?” She looked at me in question. I wouldn’t say she was a slut per se. She just liked to explore her sexuality. “Oh my God, I’m a slut.”
“Don’t be stupid, you haven’t slept around that much.”
“Hasn’t she?”
“You know your number, right?”
“My number?”
“She means how many people you’ve woohooed with.”
“No.” She squinted like she was trying to count in her head. “Maybe six?”
Dorian and I looked at each other and then at her. “Six?”
“Yeah.”
“What about toothy Mark and that other guy with the weird paedo lisp?”
