Jen rolled her eyes. “Girl, please. You have a vagina. We’d never think you’re stupid.”
“What,” Jacque quickly interjected, “my weird friend is trying to say is—”
Jen interrupted. “Hoes before bros. Chicks before dicks. Sisters before misters. Girls before…” Jen paused. “Well, whatever rhymes with girls, you get the picture.”
“Wow,” Jacque said with wide eyes. “Well, if you weren’t scared before, you probably are now. Jen has no filter. As in nada, zero, completely absent of.”
“Like that needed to be explained,” Jen chastised. “Now, back to the future eunuch werewolf. What did he do?” she asked again.
“We had a fight.”
“About?” Jacque prompted the obviously reluctant girl.
“Touching.”
“Did that ass touch you without your consent? If he so much as laid a fingertip on a body part that you did not authorize, I will—”
“No,” Bethany interrupted Jen quickly. “No, in fact, it’s the exact opposite. He won’t touch me.” A single tear slid down Bethany’s face and it tore at Jen’s heart.
“What do you mean?”
“He thinks of me like a child, a little girl, because I don’t have knowledge of the physical aspects of a relationship. I mean, I know a little. It’s not like the vampires didn’t talk…a little too vividly at times. I understand the mechanics of how babies are made but—”
“You’re unknowledgeable about foreplay,” Jen offered.
“Since I don’t even know what foreplay means, yes, that.”
“Well, my little blossoming flower, you have come to the right place,” Jen grinned.
“Good grief,” Jacque flung herself back on the couch and pinched the bridge of her nose. “This is going to be—”
“Beyond awesome,” Jen interjected. “You are my greatest dream, Bethy-bug. A blank slate. A completely uninfluenced specimen.”
“Dude, she’s not a freaking lab experiment,” Jacque pointed out.
“Red, shut it. You’ve had your moment. You were like practically dead. Everyone worried over you. Blah, blah, blah, Let me have mine.”
Bethany looked at Jacque. “Should I be scared now?”
Jacque nodded. “If I didn’t think she’d chase you, and be totally hot and bothered by it, I’d tell you to run.”
“What?” Bethany laughed.
“Don’t mind her,” Jen said. “She’s just bitter that she can’t be as adventurous as I am in the bedroom. She’s not able to let go of her inhibitions and truly take pleasure in married, mated, whatever, physical bliss.”
“And how would you know?” Jacque challenged. “Have you been watching me and Fane?”
“Yes, you’re totally vanilla.”
“Jen you have better be joking or I swear I’ll dye your skin blue,” Jacque turned to Bethany. “She has an irrational fear of Smurfs all of a sudden.”
“Well, if you had some weird sexual dream about your mate and that female hussie Smurf, then you’d have a hang-up too,” Jen snapped.
Bethany was practically rolling as she held her stomach. Jen was glad they were easing her pain, but she still wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on between her and Drake.
“Enough with the deflection, Jacque. Bethany,” —she snapped her fingers at her— “spill your guts. What happened between you and the berserker?”
Bethany took a deep breath and then dove in. “I really like him. I mean, I know it’s only been a week, but there’s something about him that connects with me.”
