“Marvin.”
“Oh, yeah. A guy I met in Washington.”
“With big fingers?”
I scrunch my nose and squint up at him. “Yes? He was good about fitting them in tight places.”
Bowen's eyes widen slightly before he turns and jogs down the steps.
My face stays scrunched in confusion for about ten seconds before what I said repeats in slow motion in my mushy brain, and my own eyes widen.
Ohhh. Oh, no.
“Wow,” I breathe, all but stumbling down the stairs after him. He's already around the side of the cabin and making his way to the shed.
“That was, like, not an anal reference.”
Bowen looks back at me, very unimpressed. “Dude.”
“That's what you thought, right? Tight spots sounded way anally. I did not mean that in a butt way. Marvin was—”
“Kit, shut up.”
“Right.”
Yes, please shut the fuck up, Kit. Dear God.
“But if it was anally, who cares? I've heard about your sexcapades before.”
I feel like I need to go to the nearest confessional for even suggesting anything to do with my ass and Marvin together in the same sentence.
What part of shut up do you not understand, Kit? Damn.
“Not from me.”
I'm still three steps behind him. “Oh please, we all heard Delaney that one time. It took very little imagination to figure it out.”
His jaw flexes.
My stomach sours just thinking about it.
“But this is what friends do, right?” I ask, a little breathless.
“Talk about anal fingering and how loud my high-school girlfriend was during sex?” Bowen asks dryly.
My face positively burns. If given the chance, my brain could get lost wandering down some wild places right now that it absolutely does not need to think about. Instead, I latch on to a subject change with both hands.
“She wasn't just your high-school girlfriend, though, right?” Ian said someone broke Bowen's heart during a breakup and that's why he moved here to the cabin. It was always Delaney.
Always.
Bowen doesn't respond. Instead, he opens the shed door and pulls out a little machine with a long hose attachment on it. A power washer?
“What are you doing with that?”
He looks up at me, then back down at the power washer and makes a gesture like, ‘what do you think, dipshit?’
“Are you back together?”
