LAINE
NICK’S SMILING when I slip into the passenger seat, and I can’t stop giggling as Kelly Anne’s silly-arse blowjob techniques flash back through my mind.
“What?” he asks. “What’s got you so tickled?”
I shake my head and try to stop, but he leans toward me, his eyes so questioning, and it’s too much. It’s much too much.
“Kelly Anne,” I say, and he sighs before I’ve even started. “No!” I tell him, “it’s funny. She was, um… trying to teach me… in the toilets…” He raises an eyebrow. “Trying to teach you what exactly, Laine?”
The giggles stop as I realise I’ve committed myself to sharing the stupid story. And with that comes the truth that I’ve been blabbing about us, about what we did. It feels like I’ve done wrong somehow like I shouldn’t be talking about that, and I guess my express
