Noor knows it too, and asks with narrowed eyes, “What?”
“He’s the perfect rebound for our Arya.” Grinning at me, she says suggestively, “You can fix his broken heart while he fixes yours.”
“You mean fucking him?” I screech.
“Umm, yeah.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s what a rebound implies.”
“Sex doesn’t fix a broken heart, you goof.” Noor snorts.
“Don’t underestimate the power of a good orgasm,” she preaches in a professor-like tone. Anaya loves sex and isn’t ashamed of letting people know it. Meanwhile, Noor is like me.
“Assuming he’s capable of bringing a girl to orgasm.”
Anaya hums. “Maybe it’s why Iris left him.”
The three of us pause, looking at each other and simultaneously shaking our heads. “Yeah, that couldn’t be the reason.”
“You know what?” I sit up against the headboard, careful of my sprained ankle. “It doesn’t matter because I’m not interested in sex. Or men, for the foreseeable future.”
They gape at me.
“Yeah, I’ve sworn off men.”
“Forever?” probes Noor fearfully.
“Most likely,” I reply. “I’m going to become a very successful cat lady. It’s like my father said, I’m damaged goods. No one’s gonna be eager to accept my hand in marriage.”
Anaya sits up, growling, “You’re not damaged goods. Do you hear me?”
“Not every man’s going to be like Aryan.” Noor rubs my arm. “You will date and fall in love again. Don’t close your heart to the possibility.”
“Promise us,” demands Anaya.
“Fine.”
“While you’re letting your heart heal,” says Anaya, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Don’t let your body, by that I mean your vagina, grow cobwebs.”
“Shut up!”
“No! I’m serious. You haven’t been single for, like, a hundred years. This is your chance to explore no-strings-attached sex. I swear, there are some good dicks out there. Even some magnificent ones-” She coughs. “-Nathan’s-” Fixes her tone. “-out there. So, sample some.”
“You moonlighting as a sexpert now?” I retort.
“Would you take my advice if I say yes?”
“I’m with Anaya on this,” Noor says. “Be wild and free.”
I slump back down on the bed, muttering, “I think you’re both still drunk.”
Their faces appear above me, hovering like bobbleheads.
“Say yes.”
“All right!” I huff, but I’m smiling. “I’m going to have loads and loads of sex.”
“Woohoo!” They clap.
“Mission accomplished.”
