“Hey, baby.” Lana smiles and reaches a hand toward him, waiting for his approach. Once he reaches her, they lock lips in a much more intimate way than I’ve ever kissed anyone, or at least anyone other than Rowan…
“I missed you.”
“I missed you,” Christian says back. “Julian and I brought dinner from Rowan’s.” My friends,and Julian, snicker. “If I had known he was a murderer?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Calloway!”
Christian laughs loudly. “I’ll set the table.”
Julian follows suit but not without adding, “Grace and the guys will be here soon. Including the…murderer.”
He mocks me with a gasp and I flip him off.
“How spooky,” Christian adds.
“Okay, okay!” Lana waves them off. “Go away now.”
Christian laughs before he says, “Love you.”
When the guys are gone, Lana takes a sip of her white wine.
Isabelle wags her brows with a mischievous grin and taps her fingertips against each other. “Your boyfriend is coming over.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I mutter before finishing the wine in one gulp.
Lana snorts. “You remember that thing people used to tell kids? How little boys are mean to you because they like you?”
I roll my eyes.
“It’s anawful, toxic thing to tell kids,I know,” Lana continues. “But I think, right now, it might just apply to you.”
“He isn’t mean to me.”
“No, butyou’realways teasing him,” Isa says. “Pulling his hair. Tossing him around. Roughing him up. No puns intended, of course. He seems to be roughing you up?—”
Lana snorts.
“Are you both tipsy already?”
Lana gapes at me. “Don’t deflect, this is about you.”
“Yeah, shhh,” Isabelle echoes. “What’s so bad about a sex machine? Are you…You know…”
“Havingorgasms?”
She nods, a pink tint in her cheeks.
“Well,yes.” The memories flash, making my core clench and body shudder. “Good ones. A lot of them.In a row.”
“How many?” Lana bounces in her seat excited. “Actually…maybe we shouldn’t know.” Her nose scrunches. “It’s Rowan.”
“I’m still curious,” Isa whispers.
“In one go?” Flashbacks hold me in a chokehold as I recount every time I’ve been with him. “Like…nine?”
Isabelle’s eyes widen.
Lana snorts. “Love that.”
