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And okay, so I’ve maybe been sharing more with her lately. But it’s not like I run around flapping my gums to everyone who crosses my path.
“Fine. I share. But only because Quinn’s driven me to it.”
She gives my hand a sympathetic pat, then seeming to think better of it, raises a brow and chucks my arm. “Better?”
A little. “Thank you.”
“Okay. Talk. And spare no detail. Quinn’s game is reportedly next level. I don’t know anyone who’s actually been with him before, but I feel like everyone I know knows someone who has.”
And now I kind of want to go throw up.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
“What’re you going to do?” I shrug. “The guy isn’t too particular. It’s not like I was testing him out to see if the boyfriend material felt good against my skin.”
“Mmhmm.” She’s nodding. And then shaking her head. And then finally any attempt at keeping her cool is blown straight to hell when she scoots even closer and grins like a fool. “Okay, so what exactly were you doing? Because last I heard, you were strictly on a no-Quinn diet. No chitchat, no laughing, no looking—though seriously, every time I see you, you’re either looking at him, looking up something about him on your phone, or talking about him. So… when did looking become touching?”
My mouth is hanging open a bit and I want to protest, but the guyhasbeen sucking up a lot of my attention lately. With his stupid smile. And those liar eyes. And that body. So much better without clothes on.
Big and broad and powerful. Everywhere.
Cripes, I can still feel him inside me.
Fingers snap in front of my face and then Margo’s right there too.
“Remember the blink? That was abindingagreement. You are going to tell me in graphic, explicit detail everything that went on behind those eyes just now.”
I open my mouth to spill and then then flop back on the couch, hating myself more than a little. Quinn O’Brian hasn’t earned my loyalty or respect. But suddenly, I’m looking at Margo with an apology in my eyes, because I know I’m not going to tell her a thing.
She frowns and crosses her arms. “Fine, how about you start by telling me how you ended up letting the guy make love to you.”
“It was an accident,” I mutter, picking at my thumbnail.
“Oh, okay. So he just fell in, then.”
My eyes narrow because is that laugh really necessary? “I wanted to take back some control. He was taunting me with that whole ladies’-man hotness thing, asking me if I ever thought about what it could be like with us. Flaunting his big muscly arms and—and I thought about what you and I talked about. How I was giving him too much power. So I thought maybe if I kissed him, you know, going into it with my eyes open, I might get a better read on the quality. See that Quinn’s kiss wasn’t actuallyall that. And then maybe I’d be able to stop comparing it to every fresh kiss I get.” It seemed like such a solid plan at the time. “I wanted it to be terrible.”
“And?” she prods, eagerness in her eyes.
I sigh. “It was even better than the first time.”
Her nose scrunches up. “Practice makes perfect, huh.”
Why does that bother me? “Probably.”
“So you started kissing and ended up in bed. Wait—” Her chin pulls back as she gasps. “Weren’t you at that team barbecue at Vaughn and Nat’s? Oh my God! Did you do it in the creepy room with all the boxes?”
“What? No!”
She waits.
And for this part here, I can’t quite meet her eyes. “We kissed in the kitchen and then I told him I was going to use him for sex. And he said okay, and then we went back to his place.”
And now she’s choking on air, looking at me like she either thinks I’m crazy or her hero. With Margo, it’s probably both. “Wait, you told him?”
“Yes, I told him! If I’m going to use someone… it’s going to be withconsent.”
“So what went wrong?”
