I smiled as I powdered my face. “There you go.”
“And I let him slide into second base and the man knows what to do with a woman’s nipple.”
Right.
Knowing Byron was a good kisser.
Awesome.
More when it came to my sister?
TMI.
“Maybe we should leave that there,” I suggested.
“The sex act is the most natural act on the planet, Luna. Every animal does it.”
“I know. But do you want me to wax poetic about how great Knox is at giving head?”
“I’m very pleased to know he doesn’t avoid the act,” she said, all uppity. “Men are constantly begging us to suck their dicks, and yet any of that business returned is perfunctory, if it happens at all. It’s unconscionable. Do you know that historians consider the nineteen twenties as the decade men discovered the clitoris? That’s why there was somewhat of a sexual revolution then. The nineteen twenties. Outrageous.”
This was the sister I knew, and yeah…
Oh yeah…
Loved.
“I’m feeling this opposite attracts thing for you and Byron,” I remarked.
“Maybe he’ll turn vegan,” she mused.
“And maybe you’ll let him be who he is, because it’s clear he likes you just as you are, and the things about him that are not the same as you, you find your way to dealing.”
“I’ll feel him out,” she replied.
Well, at least that wasn’t a line she was going to draw in the sand.
“He has no choice but to be vegan tomorrow,” she shared. “He’s coming over for dinner.”
Another date?
Brilliant.
“Avoid anything that needs cheese,” I advised.
“It isn’t that bad,” she scoffed.
“You haven’t eaten real cheese in a decade. You forgot its wonders. It’s that bad, Dream.”
She huffed.
I grinned as I drew in my brows.
“You’ve been a good sister, Luna.”
I stopped drawing my brows and sniffed. “Don’t make me cry while I’m doing my makeup.”
“Wait. You’re going out?”
