The truth was, Ihadfaked them. To end boring lovemaking, to stroke a guy’s ego, to pretend that I was more into it than I actually was.
I took a sip and the three of them freaked out.
“No!” Kristen howled. “Girl, you can’t! Don’t let a man’s fragility ruin your pleasure!”
“She’s got a point,” Carter said thoughtfully. “If you fake it, how will your partner ever learn what you like?”
Whydid my eyes immediately slide to Drew?
“I mean, I’m assuming that happened a long time ago, because this guy would never leave you hanging.” Carter reached over to pretend to punch Drew in the stomach. I noticed he didn’t flinch.
“Oh, trust me, I havezerocomplaints about my man,” I said, hoping that I sounded convincing and that it wasn’t obvious how mortified I was that we were talking about how we fake-fuck in front of cameras. “He knows what he’s doing. Never leaves me hanging.”
Drew slid closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Let’s just say it’s a good thing I don’t have any close neighbors.”
Everyone laughed and I joined in, heavy on the cheesiness.
“Your turn,” Carter said to me. “Let’s keep the spice going!”
Who was I to disappoint the king?
“Never have I ever had sex on the beach,” I said.
I turned off my taste buds and took a big gulp of the not-so-jolly drink, as did Carter and Kristen, but to my great shock,notDrew.
“Whoa,” Carter howled. “You’ve got miles of beachfront right outside. Why not?”
“Seriously?” I asked him in a quiet voice.
“I appreciate comfort,” he said as explanation. “I’d rather not get sand in my …” He glanced at the cameras. “Well, you know. Besides, I don’t want to have to rush, or spend half the time looking around, wondering if we’re about to get caught.” He locked eyes with me. “I want to give my partner myundividedattention—spread her out somewhere soft and warm and take my time making her feel incredible. Over and over again.” In spite of myself, I shivered.
“Yeah, but what about in a cabana?” Kristen asked, startling me. Drew looked away, and I finally remembered to take a breath.
“Okay, good point,” he said. “Guess I need to add that to my bucket list. Or should I say,weneed to.”
He looked at me and winked, and I swear my face caught on fire.
“Nice,” Carter clapped. “Okay, I get to ask one more question: never have I ever sent filthy photos to someone.”
The three of them drank but I didn’t.
“I’ve been begging her,” Drew said, playing the part. “I’m not sure why she won’t.”
“Oh come on,” Kristen said. “You’re so gorgeous, why wouldn’t you want to show off the goods?”
I was even more aware of the cameras now.
“I don’t think I look good in photos,” I said quietly.
It was more honest than I would have been sober, and I immediately regretted being so vulnerable in front of, well, the world basically.
“Seriously?” Drew asked me softly. “Why in the world not? You’re perfect.”
I shrugged and stared at my feet.
“Not even like, a cleavage shot?” Carter asked, totally missing the vibe.
“I’m lame, sorry.” I forced a laugh, trying to keep it light and play it off.
