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.