Chapter 22

He sipped his beer again, and then said, “And that’s why I had to find out exactly what he and you had done together. I had to know.”

I nodded.

He looked at me, eyes searching my face. There must have been something in my expression, for a slow, sheepish grin formed onto his features.

“And,” he added, “I liked the sex.” He reached out and ran his hand up and down my thigh. “You’re very hot, you know.”

I laughed. “Thank you!” I was thinking that if I was hot, it was like a candle to his sun.

“And—well, I wasn’t sure, at first, whether you had encouraged him—with his drugs. Others have.”

I nodded.

“But once I realized that you and he—well, had something, I kind of warmed to you.”

“I could tell.”

Again he looked at me, and laughed uncomfortably. He looked away, lowered his head, and said in a quiet voice. “I—like it like that. Rough. Shawn did, too—so I figured you wouldn’t object.” A pause. “Anyway, you didn’t.”

I laughed and put my hand on his thigh.