“Oh. What kind?”
She shrugs. “All sorts of things. Spanking, bondage, role play, breath play, etc…” She glances at me, her lips tilting into a smirk. “I bet X likes the kinky shit.”
My cheeks heat, and I look away.
Raven stops walking and grabs my arm. “By Jove, I think I’m onto something. You’re blushing, Watson.”
“Am not.”
“Yeah, you are. Now you have to tell me.”
“Nothing’s going on,” I say, the lie sounding weak, even to me.
“Uh huh, yeah right.” She studies me and her expression softens. “You can tell me anything, Delilah. If you want to talk about crazy monkey sex with him, I won’t judge. You know how much I like dick.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not even noon.”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere.”
“I think that phrase refers to alcohol.”
“Why can’t I have an a-dick-tion?” She cackles like a witch peering into a cauldron. “Come on, tell me. Pretty please with cum on top. I promise not to judge you, not even a little.”
“Okay, fine.”
She grins and claps her hands, the childish action at odds with the subject matter. “Spill the tea.”
I open my mouth. Close it. And try again with my face on fucking fire. “I think Xavier might fall under the breath play category. If the words are self-explanatory.”
Raven’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. “Holy. Fucking. Shitballs.”
“Is it a bad thing?”
“You’re so lucky.” She releases a dramatic sigh. “Other than my current aficionado, the guys I date never know what they’re doing. They’re either more worried about getting their own rocksoff than making sure I’m satisfied, or they’re so stupid they might accidentally kill me.Lame.”
I frown. “Are you serious?”
She waves away my concern. “Don’t worry, I’ve had lots of practice with stupid people. Now, tell me the juicy details.”
“Umm…”
“Oh no, don’t even try to get out of this. I’m guessing he choked you, and you came like the geyser Old Faithful?”
My eyes widen. “Erm… yes.”
“Oh, that’s a good sign. He’s definitely a keeper.”
“Aren’t most men… considerate in bed?”
She stops and narrows her gaze, studying me. “If you don’t know how most men are, does that mean my roommate was a virgin? ‘Was’ being the operative word because I know X plowed your secret garden with his big ass rake. Or maybe it’s a hoe?”
Raven’s laughter rings out, and she wraps her arms around her middle like she’s in a psych ward, rocking back and forth. “I crack myself up.”
Despite my embarrassment, I smile. “Please stop.”
“Fine, fine.” She gestures ahead of us. “There’s a bench if you need to sit and rest. You look kind of worn out and sweaty.”
I nod, and we occupy the metal seating with me gripping the armrest to keep from falling over.
