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“Anyway, I also showered before I went to the bonfire. I was clean.”

She means literally?

I shake my head. “That’s not why I loved it.”

“It’s why you didn’t…not…like it.”

“What?”

Kota shifts her weight, looking as confused as I feel, and admits, “I don’t know.”

A hand on her back, I pull her to me.

“Look, I like eating pussy. Some guys don’t. I’m good at it. Some guys aren’t. I’m betting Guy falls into both of those categories. Probably because he’d have to stop talking to eat a girl out and we both know that motherfucker never shuts up.”

That gets a grin out of her. For all the exercise that tongue of his gets, Guy doesn’t actually put it to good use. Fucking loser.

“There are a lot of reasons why I enjoyed eating your pussy. Not one of them had to do with your level of activity beforehand. A pussy’s like any other part of the body. It gets used. Anyone that expects it not to is a complete fucking idiot.” Which Guy also qualifies as. “If I wanted to taste something ‘clean,’ I’d lick a bar of soap.” I’m no soap licker. I’m a cuntoisseur through and fucking through.

Now I know she’s gonna kiss me.

I even lower my head for her, making it easy—

“So how many people did you hook up with this summer?”

I rear back. “Huh?”

“You love to eat pussy so much. And you’re so good at it. You also just got tested.” The more of my words she throws back in my face, the worse her facial expression gets.

I know I should be nervous—she’s pissed—but all I feel is blissed-out arrogance. Fucking finally.

Amusement slowly replaces the confusion on Khaos’s face as a smile takes shape.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m concerned,” I argue.

“You’re jealous. But you don’t need to be. I didn’t hook up with anyone this summer.”

My shoulders lose all their rigidity. “What? How?”

“How? I don’t know. I just…didn’t fuck anyone. It wasn’t that hard. The only girl I wanted wasn’t around.”

I think he means me but I can’t let him off the hook so easily.

“Tina?”

He chuckles and I have to fight to keep my smile from forming.

“I told you there’s nothing between me and Tina. We’re just friends. Same as me and Dex.”

I do my best to look skeptical.

“Ask them. Ask them how much fun I was pining for you.”

“You were pining? For me?”

All the amusement evaporates.