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Layla’s mouth falls open. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t have to show us the list, if you don’t want to,” Zack says happily. “But when you start dating, it’s very important that you know what you want out of the relationship. And that includes sexually.”
Layla doesn’t say anything, staring at him.
I rub my eyes. “Zack. Seriously.”
He cuts me off. “Look. You can handle the romance part. You do the bit where you give her roses and ask about her family. I’m not good at that. Sex is my thing.”
“You don’t even know if she needs help with sex!” I point out. I forgot how damn annoying Zack gets when he likes a girl.
He shrugs. “Only one way to find out.” He leans forward and takes Layla’s hand. “Pineapple chunk. How would you rate your sex life on a scale of one to ten?”
“Zack—” I start.
“One,” Layla says promptly.
That shuts me up. I turn to her. “Seriously?”
She shrugs, not meeting my eyes. Zack shakes his head woefully. “I knew it,” he says. “Good sex requires basic social skills, I’m afraid. Which our little gummy worm sadly lacks.” He squeezes her hand. “Don’t worry, honey. Zack Hard-on will fix it.”
“Why one out of ten?” I demand. “Does it hurt?”
Layla shakes her head. “No. It’s just… kind of boring. Wet and sticky and sweaty. I’d rather be doing pretty much anything else.”
“Wait.” Zack looks alarmed. “You don’t like shagging at all? That’s all I’m good at. What the Hell am I meant to help you with now?”
“I like it,” Layla says. “At least, in theory. But every time I’ve tried, it’s been very… underwhelming.”
“You don’t come,” I surmise.
“Never.”
“Alright, then,” Zack says, as the front door to the flat swings open. Luke steps inside, holding a plastic shopping bag, right as Zack loudly declares, “You want sex lessons, too? We can totally provide that.”
I close my eyes. Luke freezes in the doorway. “What?” He barks, looking around the room. “What the Hell is going on here?”
“Zack has become an unlicensed sex therapist,” I say flatly.
“Damn right I have,” Zack announces. “Don’t worry, L, we’re gonna get to the bottom of this. No fake girlfriend of mine is having a crappy bedroom life.” He leans forward. “First things first. Can you get yourself off?”
Layla opens her mouth to answer, but before she can, Luke slams the front door behind him. “Is this an appropriate conversation?” He asks us all icily. His face is white.
“She’s an adult,” I point out. “She doesn’t need age-appropriate conversations.”
“That doesn’t mean you two should be sitting here giving her bedroom advice like a bad magazine column,” he spits, waving a hand around the room. “What’s with the candles and the flowers? Are you trying to seduce your ‘test subject’? That’s not what she asked for help with.”
Zack huffs a laugh. “I don’t know what world you’re living in, old man, but here in the modern age, being able to get off is a pretty important part of most relationships.” He looks back down at Layla. “So, what’s up?”
“Yes,” Layla says, fixing Luke with a hard look. “I have no issues when I’m going solo.”
“Well, that’s great. What do you think of when you touch yourself? Do you watch videos, or read dirty books, or—”
“Zack,” Luke snaps. “That’s enough.”
“I’m not a child anymore, Luke,” Layla bites out, glaring up at him. “You don’t have to cover my ears so I don’t hear the adults talk.”
Luke’s face tightens. “He doesn’t know when he’s crossing a line. You shouldn’t have to listen to this stuff if it makes you uncomfortable.”
