My head tilts and my forehead wrinkles.
“I thought you just said Iric’s and your relationship progressed last night?”
“It did. So, he and Sevryn.”
My mouth parts.
“What—I don’t even know what to ask. Obviously, things are great between you and Doren.”
“Oh yeah, amazing, but…he asked for more time. I’m impatiently patiently waiting.”
I gape at her. The sexual frustration is utterly clear now that she’s said something. She literally leans closer to him when he’s around.
“You know it has nothing to do with you, right?” I ask.
“Oh yeah, I know. It honestly makes the anticipation so intense I could suffocate. I’m also incredibly nervous about when it does happen. I mean, it’s a lot of pressure, you know? I haven’t even been alive as long as it’s been since he’s had sex.”
Yeah, I do.
I would’ve died if I knew Riven was a virgin beforehand.
I would’ve been so self-conscious and hyper worried that I wasn’t making it good enough for him.
“It’s going to be perfect when it happens. Doren’s so in love with you that I’m sure he’s worried about the same exact things. He’s probably very concerned about making it amazing for you,” I tell her, gripping her arm.
“Or it’ll be super funny like Lambrit and me. We both were so nervous we fumbled around cluelessly, laughed about it, then found our rhythm.”
Oh gods.
I force my face to stay neutral. I refuse to show any disgust. If she wants to share, she can, and I will support her no matter the bile in my throat.
“You’re both right. However it happens, it’ll be amazing because I finally have him. Except…”
“What?” Rose and I ask at the same time.
“He flat-out told me he wants to be last.”
We shriek what once again and stare at her, dumbfounded.
“Yep. Why? Hell, if I know. He just said it was important to him, and it’d make sense once we all were together.”
I couldn’t tell her either. Him wanting to wait? Completely understand. It’s been a while and I’m sure that’s something he needs to work the courage back up for.
Wanting to be the last in the Valtrue? Completely beats me.
“All right, enough of this conversation. The last thing I want is everyone in the Court to hear anything about my sex life,” Yemi whisper-yells as we approach the entrance of the Court.
Our laughter echoes down the hall and I smirk teasingly at her. The feature fades as stomps heading our way steal my attention.
Gladian slows his steps as he grows closer to us.
“You two go ahead,” I say.
They carry on, sparing Gladian a glance as they pass him by.
“Godrun,” he says.
“Gladian.”
