“I’m drunk now, yes,” Chloe agreed and hiccupped again.“I was not drunk when I came up with this wish.”
“Which was?”
“Sophomore year of college.”
“You’ve wanted a threesome forten years?”Bailey asked, incredulous.“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Chloe blinked.“Um.I meant a threesome with twomen.”
Bailey rolled her eyes.“Duh.I know you’re straight, Chlo.”
“Oh.Okay.”
“I think she means it’s weird that you’ve been thinking about this for ten years and you’ve never said anything,” Gwen put in.
Chloe shrugged.“I guess I just felt weird about it.”
“Why?We talk about sex all the time.”
“You talk about sex all the time,” Chloe corrected Bailey.“I mostly just listen.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” Bailey admitted.
“Why now?”Gwen asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean after ten years, why are you doing this now?”
“Because I’m thirty,” Chloe said.“And horny.And…”
“And you’ve met someone you want to do this with,” Bailey guessed.“I mean, someones.”
“No.”
Bailey arched an eyebrow.“Chloe.”
“No.”
The other eyebrow went up.“Chloe.
“No.”
Both eyebrows drew fiercely down in a stern scowl.“Chloe Elizabeth Bell.”
“Little bit,” Chloe confessed.
“I knew it,” Bailey crowed while Gwen gasped in shock.“Who?”
“It’s not important,” Chloe insisted, cheeks burning.
“If it wasn’t important you’d tell us,” Gwen pointed out.“And you wouldn’t be blushing.”
That was the trouble with lifelong friends, Chloe thought.They knew you too well to buy your bullshit.“Okay, but you have to swear you won’t say a word.To anybody.”
“Who are we going to tell?”Gwen wondered.
“I don’t know, but you have to swear.”
