Eden smiled at him.“You know, Razor, you’re all right.”
This made him laugh.
Chapter Eight
Two Months Later
“So, are you going to spill?”Maeve asked, sitting on the sofa with a large tub of ice cream.
Eden was dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting shirt, courtesy of Maeve’s picks.She had not worn this shirt since she purchased it.It was a little revealing and also pushed her boobs together and made them look ...there.She didn’t get it.She had curled her brown hair, and Maeve had also taken time to put on some makeup for her.
“What do you want me to spill?”Eden asked.
“You’ve been with him for what, four months nearly?”
“I don’t know.Since Valentine’s Day, maybe?”
“And it’s June, that’s four months.give or take a day or two.”
“What do you want me to spill?”
Maeve shrugged.“How you’re feeling?Has there been any action?Is it just fun, sex, or is it love?”
“That’s a lot of questions,” Eden said.
“And I just got back from three weeks of intense work.I’ve got a little time off, and come on, you have got to tell me something.He is around all the time.He comes for breakfast and he’s here at dinner.That must mean something.”
“He never stays over,” Eden said.
“I know, but you’ve always been a little reserved in that department,” Maeve said.
Eden looked toward her sister.She had never told her sister she hadn’t ever had sex.It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation she felt like discussing.
“Maeve, I’ve never ...well, I don’t know, I’ve never—”
“You’ve never had sex,” Maeve said.
