"Anya—"
"I'm not saying you need to fall in love again. God forbid." She waved her hand. "I'm saying you need to remember that s*x doesn't have to feel like a business transaction. That there are guys who'd actually make you come. Multiple times. Without making you feel like you should be grateful for the privilege."
"Can you not—"
"What? I'm just being honest. When's the last time Kieran actually gave a s**t about whether you enjoyed it? And don't say you did, because I know you. Trust me. There are men who'd worship you, Elara. Men who'd take their time—"
The door opened.
Felix walked in carrying two paper bags that smelled like food.
He stopped when he saw both of us staring at him.
"Bad time?" he asked.
Anya's face split into a grin. "Perfect time, actually. We were just talkin
