“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.” I tip back the bottle and gulp down a mouthful of beer.
“How are you still alive?”
I laugh mid-sip, coughing. “Funny.”
“No, seriously. I can’t believe you’re not having sex. This must be torture for you.”
“How often do you think I fuck, freckles?”
The moment the question pops out, I grit my teeth, reminding myself I’m not supposed to say shit like that around her. It’s bad enough that I allowed the virginity conversation earlier.
Allowed?
Fine. Initiated.
I regret that now, because the only thing it achieved was planting visions in my head of Blake having sex with Beau of all people. I certainly didn’t expect the hot rush of jealousy I felt at the knowledge that she’d given it up to him.
It’s so fucking wrong, but I wish I was her first.
“So you’re forsaking sex for music?” Blake muses, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
“Sort of.” I grudgingly continue. “I was talking to Cole, my old bandmate—”
“Cole Tanner? Oh my God, he’s so hot.”
I roll my eyes at her. “How is that relevant to anything?”
“It’s not. Just stating a fact.”
“Anyway, supposedly celibacy is a creative reset. Helps clear your head. You know, channel the frustration and pent-up…” I search for the right word.
“Semen?” she offers, and I huff out a laugh.
“Lust,” I correct. “Cole swears it’ll get me back in touch withmy work.”
“So basically, you’ve been acting like a cranky asshole because you haven’t had sex?” She curiously seeks out my gaze. “Do you jerk off?”
Oh, hell. Why did I open this door?
“That’s none of your business.”
“No, tell me. Are you abstaining from orgasms in general or just sex with another person?”
“I jerk off,” I answer against my will. My vocal cords are working of their own volition without input from my brain.
Blake pops her straw back in her mouth, realizing her glass is empty when she sucks in nothing but air. “I’m gonna grab another,” she says. “Want me to get you another beer?”
I narrow my eyes on her. “With what ID?”
“Definitely not a fake one,” she says innocently.
I sigh as she darts off. This girl will be the death of me.
My phone buzzes, a much-needed distraction. Or not. Because it’s my sister asking how Blake’s doing. I swear this entire family network is obsessed with Blake Logan’s well-being.
She’s fine. We went out on the boat today.
