“What?” I ask, confused. Definitely not where my mind went. “Colt, relax. I’m on the pill, and I told you I haven’t had sex with Joseph for a long while.” I take hold of the waistband as he lifts me off the basin and down to the floor. Pulling my jeans up after I wipe myself, I slip my shoes back on, and Colt bends down, pulling his jeans up as well.
He takes an audible breath as he rubs the back of his neck. “Thank fuck! I swear, I never do anything like this.”
I turn to face him, and he wraps his arms around my waist. As I interlock my hands behind his neck, he leans down and kisses me softly.
“That’s not how I pictured our first time, but it waswaybetter,” he says, causing me to giggle.
“You’ve been thinking about our first time?”
“Haven’t you?”
I dip my chin shyly and smile as he plays with my hair, straightening it out.
“Not the best place for our first time, and I apologize.” He points to something. “I kinda got caught in the moment,” Colt says, confusing me again.
“Sorry about what?” I ask, trying not to jump to conclusions.
He turns me around to face the mirror and pulls my hair to the side to show a bright purple love bite on my neck.
I flame red instantly.
I’ve never had a hickey in my life.
“Holy shit,” I say as I move closer to the mirror to view it fully.
“Did you just swear again?”
I laugh. “Maybe?”
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
We both jump at the hammering on the bathroom door.
“C’mon, guys, we want to hear more,” Dingo hollers from the other side.
What the hell does that mean?
I look up at Colt, who’s smirking as he leans over and unlocks the bathroom door. It opens to Dingo, Huxley, and most of the Slayettes crowded around, staring at us and cheering.
Oh God, how embarrassing.I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
Colt wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder as I stare at Dingo and Huxley, who look at me with raised eyebrows.
“Okay, guys, show’s over. You can all fuck off now,” Colt says as the realization hits me.
They were listening to Colt and me having sex for the first time.
“Welcome to the Mile High Club, Dee. It’s great to have you join us.” Huxley laughs.
Oh my God, I’m beyond embarrassed. I don’t think there are words to describe the feelings coursing through me.
“C’mon, guys,” Colt urges as he starts to move forward, pushing me with him.
“No way! Those sounds you were making, Dee, they were smoking hot,” Dingo says, but Colt slaps him across the head.
