I need to catch up or Dolly is going to take our venue from us.
‘Ladies,’ says Lucas in a way that makes me want to shiver. ‘How many people has your man slept with?’
Oh. Shit. We haven’t discussed that.
‘Really? Breakfast and body counts?’ Dolly calls with genuine annoyance, looking from the Nguyens to production. ‘Is that what we’re going for?’
‘Shut up,’ hisses Bridget. ‘I know this one.’
It turns out she does not, unless Jackson has upped his number on purpose. When they reveal their boards, Bridget fixes him with a narrowed look. ‘I guess I got it wrong,’ she mutters.
I guessed one for Peony, and get it right. He’s only been with one woman before me and he nearly married her? That’s a strong bond.
It depresses me to see Lina and Zack have variations ofhe lost count. They finally get to step forward, but Lina looks like she wants the ground to swallow her.
‘Oh, Zack, that’s not right,’ Dolly groans.
‘That’s kind of slut shaming, babes,’ Bridget points out through gritted teeth. ‘Even if it’s gross for Zack to not remember the women he’s slept with.’
‘I wasn’t keeping count,’ he insists. ‘Wouldn’t it be creepier if I kept like a spreadsheet of them all?’
‘Weirdly specific!’ quips Dolly, which earns a scatter ofoohsfrom Warren and Malachi. ‘And we’re not disgusted that you can’t do maths – it hints at the way you might view women as disposable.’
I hate to agree with Dolly, but I do.
WhatdoesLina see in Zack? I don’t think they’re faking their relationship. Does she think she can change him for the better? I know love means sometimes you don’t notice the sheer number of red flags a person is furiously and often proudly waving in your face. I hope she doesn’t think we’re being mean.
Everyone got that right, so I’m still behind Dolly. Whit and Bridget too, but I doubt Bridget cares about getting married in England.
‘Men, what are your fiancée’s biggest turn-ons?’ Karina says with a cheeky smile.
Would Patrick even know this? We’ve barely talked about physical intimacy.
The only person here I’ve slept with is Dolly. Would Warren know?
That night flashes through my mind. The wave of her body, how her mouth fell open after each kiss in a gasp, locking eyes with her as she made me orgasm.
I can’t help it. My eyes slide over to her. It’s a jolt through my body when I see she’s looking right back at me.
‘Hang on,’ Zack shouts. ‘The rule is we’re not supposed to be sleeping together in the villa, so how would we know?’
‘You could have stilltalkedabout it.’ Bridget says this alittle too quickly. We are all very aware they should know the answer to this.
But she’s right. It’s clear other couples have had a conversation about sex.
We could have talked about it. Shouldn’t we have talked about it by now? I like kissing him, and I’m excited to explore more, but we’ve never been a sexual couple from the off. It’s cute, comfortable.
I look down at my board and write ‘neck kiss’ because that’s probably right. I do like it, as long as no one breathes into my ear as that sensory nightmare makes me think of pigs rooting for truffles.
There are things I like that I’m not going to write down on my board. My co-workers and family don’t need to know I like to watch. Neck kiss is more appropriate.
It’s quite awkward when everyone flips over their boards.
Some of the men are a little too proud, but to my surprise Bridget and Jackson’s answers don’t match – she actually likes dirty talk, not eye contact.
No surprise, though, that Zack and Lina don’t match, even if it seems intuitive that she’d like massage and touch.
Malachi coyly reveals that Whit loves him whispering in her ear, which makes me think too much about mouth sounds.
