Jules
He stood there in the doorway, his hair clearly still damp from a shower he had obviously taken alone which begged me to question why if he had a good time with her, not that I was an expert on it or anything.
He was wearing that T-shirt that clung to his shoulders like it was made for sin. His brows lifted, his eyes darting between us. “What are we talking about?”
Rosie’s grin widened, delighted. “I just found out our friend here has never…” she started to say, looking at me with a smile that said she now knew my secret, and that I was a prude.
Before she could finish, I blurted out, “If you’re going to have unprotected s*x; screaming and all, you should at least be responsible enough to have the after-morning pills ready. Don’t bother asking me.”
The words came out sharper
