“Then only Dash will know,” someone chimed in.
I went as white as the sheet I was wearing.
“You think we don’t know what you’ve been doing in your room at night?” Timmy asked.
“I wish you didn’t.”
“Oh, I think it’s wonderful, and he must be dreamy,” she went on, seeing my boyfriend in her mind’s eyes, no doubt without a stitch on.
I smirked realizing the secret I held in me, since none of my friends had been with Dash. The secret they held from me was how my night would fare. They knew what I didn’t, how the bawdy mood would create whores of us all, and before dawn broke the next day, I’d have memories of a night I’d never forget.
