“Quinn,” Alice warns. “Paint. Me. A. Picture.”
“I thought you said you would know if I slept with them?”
“I do, I’m just being polite and letting you get comfortable with telling me,” she responds. “Plus the bite mark on the side of your neck and the fact that you and Evan are bonded is pretty evident.”
I slap my hand over my neck. I don’t need to be reminded where Griffin bit me. I’ve been feeling the lingering effects of that bite for a while. “Bite mark?” I whisper.
“More of a scar really.” Alice shrugs. “You didn’t notice it?”
“Uh, no. Evan broke the bathroom mirror, and we’ve been rushing around all day,” I explain, remembering I haven’t even looked in a mirror for more than a second today when I was in the washroom near the cafeteria.
“Evan broke the mirror. I’m sure that’s another story I’ll need to hear. Please tell me it had something to do with sexy time?”
“Geez, no, thank goodness. I actually haven’t gotten the story yet either. Griffin told me it was Evan.”
“Okay, save that one for another time. Now back to the security room.” She wiggles her brows.
“You certainly are persistent.” I grab my mug and head toward the living room. “Why don’t you tell me about you and Wes?” I plop down on the couch, cradling my cup.
“I have no problem going first.” Alice sets her mug on the table after taking a sip, and then she plops down next to me and curls her legs under her. I’m a little envious at how comfortable she already seems here.
“I’ve actually had a thing for him for a while. He’s so shy and reserved.” Alice smiles softly. “Good thing I’m persistent, he might have gotten away from me if I hadn’t been.” I get comfy on the couch, blowing over my mug before taking a sip. “I asked him out a few times before he transitioned, but he always made an excuse to take a raincheck.” She rolls her eyes.
“He did seem kind of shy when I first met him,” I agree.
“Right?” Alice swats my arm, and I almost spill my tea. “Sorry. Turns out he wasn’t all that shy, he was just a late bloomer for the transition, and he was self-conscious about it.” She twists her lips. “I didn’t care.”
“Late bloomer, how does that work?”
“The transition usually happens around twenty-five, but it can be sooner or later. There’s really no rhyme or reason, well, none that I know of anyway. Wes just turned twenty-nine, and I guess it messed with his head a little bit that he hadn’t become blooded yet. He’s definitely coming into his own though,” she adds.
“I can see that,” I concur.
“Plus, he’s an undercover freak, just like I knew he would be,” she purrs.
I chuckle. “I need to know what you consider a freak, ’cause that’s kind of a blanket statement.”
“He’s a dirty talker for one, that caught me off guard.” She grins. “Likes to tie me up and have his way with me. Nothing too crazy yet, but I’m hopeful.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed, he’s so sweet.”
“Not in the bedroom.” Alice touches her finger to her lip and looks up at the ceiling. “Or the hallway, or the laundry room.”
I snort. “Are you sure you even want to know about my sex life? It seems pretty tame compared to yours.”
“Hell yes, I do! Have you been with both of them together?” Her eyes are wide.
I nod eagerly. Who else could I talk about this too? Well, maybe a few of my old girlfriends, but I don’t really feel close to them anymore. “And separately too,” I confess. “Evan is impatient, he actually sliced my pants right off my body the first time.”
“No!” she cries, but starts laughing right away. “Give me something about Stone,” she urges happily.
I lick my lips. “He’s a talker too. Always in control.” I blush. “It’s only been a few times.”
“Lucky, lucky girl. If I didn’t like you so much, I might just hate you.” Her words are said in jest, but something in my stomach turns.
“Do you think that’s how others will feel?” All the levity is gone from my tone.
“What? No, Quinn. I’m just kidding.” Alice places her hand over mine. She looks right into my eyes and continues. “And even if they do, let them. It’s just jealousy, and they could never have what you do.”
