I drain my glass, setting it down with a thud. Are we still on this? I’ll need a lot more to drink if we’re going to sit here and dissect Alex and Geoff’s sex lives. I wave to Cory again, gesturing that I want a shot, too. He laughs and holds up a finger, mouthing, “One minute.”
When I turn my attention back to my friends, they’re still talking about sex. I feel like I’m on some kind of reality show where these two have been sent to test me, to see how long it takes for me to crack.
“Michael is really attentive in bed,” Alex says. “Like, he’ll always make sure I’m satisfied. And Ialwaysam.”
I swirl the ice in the bottom of my glass, feeling myself deflate. I can’t remember the last time anyone made sure I was satisfied. Most of the time it’s about them getting what they want before passing out.
“Hesureknows what he’s doing,” she adds smugly.
I raise my eyes to the ceiling in a silent prayer. I’m not religious but,God, I could really use some help right now.
Myles saunters past the table with a tray of drinks and I twirl a strand of hair, letting my eyes follow him. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve seen his ass up close now, or what, but his jeans are fitting him differently tonight. There’s a little ache low in my abdomen as I watch him.
“Yeah, Daniel is the best sex I’ve ever had,” Geoff agrees.
Alex tilts her head, giving an embarrassed laugh. “I’ve always wondered how two men, er, you know—”
“How?” Geoff chuckles. “You really don’t know how two gay men have sex?”
Color blooms in her cheeks. “Well, yes, I know the logistics of it. But how do you decide who, um—”
“Oh.” Geoff drains his wine, grinning. “It’s different for everyone, of course, but with us—”
“Stop.” I hold up my hands. Shit, even this is turning me on. “You guys need to stop this conversation right now.” They turn to me in surprise and I groan. “Seriously? I just dumped a guy who wanted me to put out when I haven’t had sex inforever. Meanwhile, you guys are sitting here telling me you’re having the best sex of your lives? Way to rub my nose in it.”
They exchange looks, cringing.
“Sorry,” Alex mumbles. “You’re right. That was insensitive.”
Cory sets a tray of drinks down on the table, sliding into the booth beside me. “Hey, sis.” He nudges me, smiling. “How are you?”
“Horny,” Geoff says, smirking as he reaches for his drink.
I cover my face, shriveling with mortification.Jesus, Geoff.
“Right.” Cory shifts his weight. “I was meaning, like, with work or whatever.”
Alex and Geoff chortle beside me.
“Good.” I lower my hands, but I still can’t meet Cory’s gaze. I’m going to kill Geoff. “Things with work are good.” I reach for the shot and throw it back. It burns like acid; just what I need.
“You sure?” Cory looks concerned as I set the shot glass down and reach for my vodka soda.
“I think the shot was to help with theotherissue,” Geoff explains to Cory. “Things ended with Shane.”
“The La Bouffe guy?”
I nod. “It was for the best. Turns out he was a dick.”
Cory’s face darkens. “Did hedosomething?”
“No, no,” I quickly reassure him. “I just… wasn’t feeling it.”
Cory’s jaw remains set. “Right. Well, let me know if you need me to—”
“Cors,” I say, mildly exasperated. “I don’t. Thanks, though.”
He considers me for a moment, then relents, putting one arm around my shoulder and pulling me into a half-hug. “Okay, if you’re sure. I just worry about you.”
