The Confession

~SLOAN'S POV~

“Let him cool off. Goddess knows we need to cool off. That was really heated.” Trager said. “I mean the session. I...” He seemed to be finding the words to use. “I was aroused– physically.” He said in disbelief.

“I know. I was right on top of you.” I was exhausted. The unnecessary drama had drained me out.

“That drink helped. Does that mean I'll have to get drunk anytime I want to be intimate with a lady?” He asked. I couldn't help but notice his choice of words.

“You mean when you feel like fucking?” The second I rephrased it, a scowl appeared on his face. He had to be the most prudish man I knew. Even the priestesses knew how to say sexual words better than him.

“Damn, woman! Do you have to be so crude?” This time, there was a small smile on his face, like he was amused.

“I have to be....one of us has to be,” I said as I adjusted my clothes and hair. “I will be off.”

“You're not leaving now?”