We turned our attention to Levi and he cleared his throat.
“Well, I’m experienced. I have . . . I have spreadsheets. I brought them with me, actually.”
“You brought homework?” Avery asked.
“I did.”
“He also has a degree in math,” I said, giving her a sly look. “He’s secretly a lot nerdier than either of us know.”
“He’s also a damn good photographer.”
“Is he?”
“Hey,” Levi quipped. “Enough about me. I’ll give you my spreadsheets. I’d love for you to fill them out, if you’re interested.”
“Of course,” I said. “I used to have one saved on my laptop, but I need to update it.”
“I’m sorry, hold on,” Avery said. “What do you mean a spreadsheet?”
Levi and I exchanged knowing looks.
“Want to do the honors?” I asked.
“Yeah, actually.” He got up from the table and disappeared down the hall for a moment, then returned with three folders.
They were color coded.
And labeled.
“So a lot of my experience has been on the top side,” he said as he sat back down. “Even though I’m a switch, I’m usually expected to be the one in charge. And don’t get me wrong, I love it. But it would be nice to explore submission, too.”
He slid a folder with my name to me and another to Avery. She opened it up and her brows shot up.
“Oh,” she said. “I see now. It’s a list of everything.”
“Everything I can find on the internet, along with yes, maybe, no, and a column for notes. It’s something that’s better updated online, but I printed them out just in case.”
I nodded, thankful my brain was working again. “I’m glad you did this. And your list is about as comprehensive as it gets.”
“What isfrotting?”
Levi bit back a laugh. “It’s when two men rub their cocks together, baby.”
“Oh.” Her pretty brown eyes widened as she continued to scan the page. Or,pages.
I cleared my throat. “I like the stop light system for safe words. It’s easy to use and concise. Green means yes, yellow means you need a check in, and red means stop. Red would end a scene.”
“I’ve read that in one of my romance books before,” Avery mumbled.
“Just what kind of romance books are you reading?” Levi asked.
“The good smutty kind. What else is there to do in Whynot? There’s a love story between the library and my house.”
Levi’s laugh was easy. “Maybe you can show them to us. For research.”
Her eyes lit up and I cocked my head, interested in her response to that. Something about that excited her.
“If you want,” she said.
