“Just a friend.”
I raise an eyebrow before realizing what I’m doing and schooling my features. “I’m being serious.” Jenna laughs. “Idon’t juggle. Yes, I only do casual, but never two people at once, unless it’s two peopleatonce.”
“I don’t follow?”
She bites back her smile before squeezing my arm. “What I wouldn’t give to be as innocent as you are.”
“I’m not… Ohhh. A threesome?”
“Exactly.”
“Have you had many of those?” I ask until a thought hits me and I panic. “Oh, God.” I raise a hand between us. “Please don’t tell me if one of them was with my brother. I don’t mind knowing he’s having sex, but I don’t need that kind of detail.”
Jenna barks out a laugh. “I’ve had four but none of them with your brother.”
“Thank God, because this time, I think I want details.”
“Really?” I nod and she beams with happiness. “Oh, Blair, you just made my night.”
An hour later, Jenna jumps up to grab a drink after regaling me with stories of her adventurous sex life, making it even harder not to think about Zane and his magical fingers. I’m not sure I could handle pleasing two people at once, but God, it sounds thrilling, and I’m not ashamed to admit that with the way she’s described it—in great detail—I was wriggling in my seat, struggling not to text Zane, wishing I could summon him to come and finish me off. But it’s not that simple.
As though I conjured him with my thoughts, my phone buzzes on the couch beside me, and reality comes knocking.
Zane: Don’t overthink it, B. I don’t plan on ever hurting you again
My heart jolts but it’s notmypain I’m worried about. What if I realize I’m not ready, and he’s the one that gets hurt?On top ofour relationship being dissected by the media.We need to take this seriously.Ineed to take this seriously.
Blair: I want you. I do. But I shouldn’t. And that’s a lot to work through
Zane: Too late
Blair: I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this morning happen considering my feelings. You’re just really hard to resist. And a big part of me wanted it
Zane: Good to know. (Wink emoji) But that’s not what I meant
Blair: What did you mean?
Someone knocks on the front door and my gaze darts in that direction. “Nooo. He wouldn’t.”
“He would,” Jenna laughs from behind me, and I spin to face her. “I just buzzed him up.”
“What?”
“Zane. He texted to say he was out front.”
“Jesus.” I bury my face in my hands and groan.
“Nope, not Jesus.Zane. And I’d say he’s more of a god.”
“I see he sucked you in, just like he always does.”
“I’m not going to lie; that man has charisma, but I let him in foryou.”
“Ugh.” My shoulders drop while my heart skips a beat.
“Do you want me to send him away?” She takes a step toward the door, but I don’t let her get far, rushing to stop her.
“No. I want him here. But I don’twantto want him here. Not yet.”
