“Don’t call it a thingy,” I shout.
“Hey, you started it.” She grins. “But seriously. Did you?”
I’m forced to confront what I’ve been avoiding for the last half hour. Did I like the feel of his semihard cock against my pelvis?
Is the sky blue?
Are otters cute?
“It doesn’t matter.” Desperate to change the subject, I scan the room behind her and quickly come up with the perfect distraction. “Speaking ofthingies, what is that behind you?”
Her eyes widen, and she lets out an audible gasp.
“Is that your strap-on?” I squeal.
“Maybe…” She snatches it from her nightstand and tosses it out of view.
“Oh. I’ve got a serious question.” I waggle my brows, eager to continue the deflection. “Obviously you and Cam would never break up, but hypothetically speaking, if you did, who would take ownership of the strap-on?”
She barks out a laugh. “You act like it’s a dog.”
“Ihaveheard you call Cam a good boy.”
“Oh my god.”
“It’s not my fault the apartment walls are thin.”
“Anyway,” she yawns. “It’s getting late, and we have an early flight in the morning. I should go, but don’t think this conversation about Ezra’s?—”
“Don’tsay it.” I laugh, nearly dropping the phone.
“Monster cock.”
My heart stutters, and I sober. “Wait. How do you know that?”
“In Greece. I walked in on you two in bed the next morning, remember?”
“Barely,” I sigh. “I’d been drinking that night, and he refused to have sex with me.”
A Cheshire smile spreads across Joey’s face. “Sounds like Ezra’s a good boy too.”
“You’re ridiculous. Say hi to your mom for me when you see her, and have a safe flight, ’kay?”
“Will do. I love you.”
“Love you more.”
12
Ezra
“ARE YOU AWAKE?”A quiet voice cuts through the air.
“Mm-hmm.” I’ve been staring at the ceiling for over an hour now.Damn jet lag.
Millie snags her phone from the nightstand, its screen illuminating the room. “Ugh, it’s four a.m. I’m starving. I’m never going to fall back to sleep.”
“Alrighty then.” Tossing the sheets off, I hop out of bed. Only when the cool air hits my bare ass do I remember that I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing. Fuck it. I have no problem being nude. Maybe I was European in a past life.
