“Not brave enough to bounce around on Spike’s cock. And, believe me, I was interested.”
“I don’t think you two are compatible. You’re too all over the place. And he’s very stationary here.”
“I’m not talking about marrying and making babies with him. I’m talking about sex. Good, hot, sweaty, toe-curling sex. Skinnyguys like him are always hung… Yes, Cosmo, please,” she said, clearly sitting at a bar somewhere. “I probably just need to get laid,” she admitted. “Which might happen on this trip if I could stop winning at the tables. But until then, I will live vicariously through you. Come on.”
“I don’t—”
“Gracie Goose, come on. You know you can trust me. I would never break the confidence. And I know you. If you’re doing what I strongly suspect you are doing, you are probably equal parts excited, exhilarated, terrified, and guilty. You need someone to talk to about it. So talk.”
I glanced around the basement.
“Give me one second,” I said, tucking the phone in my pocket to rush up the ladder.
The glass room was empty.
So I hauled myself in, closed the door, and sat down.
“Okay,” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“Alright. All ears. You two are banging, right?”
“Do people still say ‘banging’ these days?”
“I do. Stop stalling.”
“Yes, okay, yes.”
“I knew it! For how long?”
“I mean, there were some… things leading up to it. But actually having sex, just since I was put into protection here.”
“I knew he had blue balls that day!” she said, and there was a laugh somewhere in the background. “I probably should have eaten. This is only my second drink and I’m feeling it. Anyway, yes. Love this. Details, please.”
“It’s been…” Fantastic. Life-altering. “Really great,” I settled on.
“I bet. The sneaking around must be making it even hotter.”
“Kind of.”
“But, also, because you’re such a rule-follower, you must be anxious too.”
“Definitely. It doesn’t help that it’s all-hands-on-deck around here. I feel like I’m bumping into someone everywhere I go.”
“Are you in Nave’s old room?”
“The basement.”
“Thebasement? Why are you in the basement?”
“Fallon thought it was extra safe.”
“Well, I guess if no one is going up to the glass room, it is pretty private down there. So, heart check. You okay?”
“Heart check?”
“Come on, Gracie. We both know you are not a casual hook-up kind of girl. In fact, I don’t think you’ve ever slept with someone who wasn’t a boyfriend.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agreed.
