Ryan extravagantly rolls his eyes. “Excuse me for not bein’ a gynecologist!”
“Don’t they teach s*x education in schools in the United States?” I ask Connor, genuinely curious.
“Oh yeah. But this one gets weirdly squeamish at any mention of menstruation, so his mother had to write him a note to get him out of the days in class where the teacher covered it.”
My brows lifted as high as they can go, I look at Ryan.
He’s glaring at Connor. He says accusingly, “Bro.”
Smiling, Connor replies, “It’s one of my favorite stories.”
“You’re not supposed to tell anyone!”
“She’s not anyone.” He glances at our clasped hands. “She’s your girl.”
Ryan is in a kerfuffle for a moment after that, unsure of how to respond. “Fine, but just don’t tell her I’m afraid of spiders!”
I ask laughingly, “You’re
