Tiffany stared at me.For the life of me, I couldn’t read her expression.“Say something,” I pleaded.
“What do you want me to say?”She looked so serious.“I mean, I could tell you I was jealous, but that would be…” Her grin erupted.“The truth!”She shot to her feet.Clearly it was her turn to dance.“Holy shit, Jamie.You’re dating two Doms.”Her movements stopped abruptly, hands going to her hips.“Have you had sex with them yet?”
That did it.My face erupted in heat, and I knew I was as red as Jonah’s sweater.
“Of course she didn’t,” Jonah stated.“She’s a virgin.No way did she give it up yet.”His gaze narrowed on my face.“Did you?”
I rolled my eyes.“I’m still a virgin.”
“I want to go to this club,” Tiffany said seriously, taking a seat in my cuddle chair.“I really, really do.”She peered over at Jonah.“Don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah.”His eyes shot over to me.“So when can you bring guests?”
I should’ve known my best friends wouldn’t judge me.They loved me too much for that.
“When are you going back?”Jonah asked.
“Back where?”I asked, confused.
His lips pursed.“The club.”
“Oh.”I relaxed a little, reached for my wineglass.“I start the submissive training class on Tuesday.”
Tiffany shot to her feet.In the chair.“Shut.Up.”
I grinned.“It’s true.”
“Oh.My.God.”She dropped back down on her butt, pouted.“I wanna be in that class.”
Two hours later, I was lying in my bed.Tiffany and Jonah had left via Uber, leaving me to my thoughts.After the interrogation they’d given me, it was a wonder I could think about anything.After the initial shock wore off, they had both tossed question after question, most of which involved being a submissive.I had given them details about the positions I’d learned, but past that, I honestly didn’t have all that much to share.They hadn’t seemed disappointed.
As for me, remembering those moments with Edge and Cav had only made me miss them.I wish I was with them tonight.They had mentioned going to Dichotomy.I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing.Were they spending time with another submissive?
The thought made my chest ache.
No.
They didn’t seem like the types to do that.
Were they?
I reached for my phone, and before I could stop myself, I pulled up their contact information and added them to a group text.
Me:Wantedto let you know I’m thinking about you.Both of you.Hope you’re having fun tonight.
I regretted it as soon as I hit send.I didn’t want them to think I was pining away for them.After all, I was supposed to be busy tonight.
I peered over at the clock.Technically, the night was over since it was two a.m.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Cav:Hey, cupcake.Thinking about you, too.
My heart melted, then expanded in my chest.I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach as I lay there, gripping my phone like it was a lifeline.
Edge:How’d your night go with your friends?
Me:Good.They went home.Now it’s just me.About to go to sleep.What are you boys up to?
