"No girl's been in that bed but you. No girl's even been in that room."
Her brow furrows. "But—"
"This is going to sound so fucked up," I confess. She just stares. "The guys and I, we never brought anyone here to the house to screw around with. They had their place and it wasn't here. Besides, they weren't around for long anyway. They knew the score. We were up front and they were more than willing to give it up anywhere we wanted to fuck."
She flinches and nods. "I guess I'm glad… that if you were screwing around it wasn't here. I don't think I could be with you there if the parade of fucks you've had the last few years had ended in your bed upstairs."
"What about you?" I ask, hating that I did but knowing I need to know.
"What about me? Did I bring anyone to my bed in the guest house?"
I nod. "Yeah."
She snorts. "Are you kidding me? Hell no."
"But I've seen Carter over there a lot."
"Yeah, in the common areas of the house. He wasn't allowed in my bedroom. You remember who I've been living with, right? Carter in my bedroom would have caused blood rain and locust infestations," she teases.
"You're serious?"
"Yep."
I don't say anything. I want to know where they fucked. I'm a masochist and a total fucking idiot for wanting that information.
"You want to know where, right?"
"Only if you want to tell me."
She sighs. "I…"
That one word, that single letter sounds so sad. Regretful.
"Don't do that, T. Don't regret your choices. They were right at the time, which means they're the right ones," I reassure her.
"Okay. The first time was at his house. His parents were gone for the weekend."
"So the first time wasn't just once, it was a weekend." Jealousy fills me.
She nods, biting her lip, unsure how much to reveal.
"Go on. It's okay."
"After that, sometimes we were in his room, sometimes in his car, and other times at this spot we had out of the city. There was a cave and it was clean and private. No one was around for miles."
I nod. She had a love nest. We had a fuck shack. How fucked up am I really?
"Hey," she nudges me. "No regrets."
"Repeating my advice isn't very nice, T," I tease.
"Well, then don't be a hypocrite, and practice what you preach, buddy."
I can't help it. The look on her face, the way she crosses her eyes and talks with her tongue hanging out. I burst out laughing. That's the funniest shit I've seen in a long time.
"You're crazy," I say, still laughing.
"No crazier than you," she rebuts, and she's right.
