I roll my eyes then meet his gaze. "It's just…"
His face softens and he nods knowingly. He swallows nervously.
"You need a number."
"I don’tneedit. I'm just… I wonder sometimes."
"How many do you think?" he asks, straight-faced.
"Uh, I don't know."
"Take a guess."
"Fifteen," I blurt out.
His brows lift and he grins that grin again. "Wow. You think I'm a stud, huh?"
"Oh boy. Your ego does not need to inflate any more," I tease.
"Nowhere near that many. You think I'm a whore. I'm kind of insulted," he says, feigning offense.
I snort. "You're so not."
He grins. "No, I'm not." He pauses, looking at me, making sure I'm looking at him. "Four."
I gasp. I can't help it. The surprise…
"Three were willing. Then that one where I wouldn't have been willing if she hadn't drugged me. I'd prefer not to count that one, so let's make it three."
I nod. "Wow. Not at all what I was expecting."
"I think Jesse might be close to the big number, though."
I wrinkle my nose. "He is such a slut. He's always been like that. I don't think he's ever going to settle down. He's going to be manwhoring in a nursing home."
Xan chuckles. "Probably."
I snicker.
"Since I know your one, you want names?" he questions.
I shake my head. "No. Absolutely not. I don't want to have to kick someone's ass. The less I know, the better. But thanks for the offer."
He nods. "I'll always tell you everything."
"You are the best guy I know."
"Of course I am."
"You're pretty hot, too."
"I knew it. You think I'm sexy and hot and you want to use me for my body."
"Hmm. Would that be a problem?"
He laughs and I smile wide.
"Not at all. I'm a teenage guy. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck some more."
I roll my eyes. "You think teenage girls aren't like that, too?"
His brows go up. "Yeah? Think you can go again?"
I snicker. "I could be persuaded."
I barely finish the sentence and he's on me. I laugh but it quickly turns into a moan.
He'sverygood at persuasion.
