Rachel looked confused "Not please him? What do you mean Flair?" she asked, sitting down at the kitchen counter, her long legs crossing at the ankle on the bar stool.
I blushed, putting the bowl on the counter, and avoided her gaze, staring at my fingers.
"Flair, what do you mean?" Rachel asked again, a little sharper now.
"It's just, you know," I laughed awkwardly, sliding my eyes away from her face, "I've only ever been with one man, and well..." I trailed off, not sure how to put it.
Rachel's eyes were turning glacial now. I knew she wasn't about to let this go and I cursed myself for even saying anything. Why had I? My anxiety was skyrocketing now and my best friend was about to find out something embarrassing about my life. My cheeks turned a beetroot red. I wished the floor w
