“I already know what anal s*x means,” I said, folding my arms under my chest, ready to keep talking about it until he got tired and told me the real reason he didn’t want to continue the topic.
“I know you do. But do you understand that—”
“Are you worried I’ll cry if my butt rips or something? Maybe bleed…” My voice faded off.
Ren gave me the most suspicious look ever.
“What?!”
“How do you know about bleeding from the ass?”
“What? Am I not supposed to know?” I shrugged. “I'm an adult. Remember that, Ren.”
“Have you done it before?” He raised a brow.
“No. I learned about it from Damon.”
He set the hand dryer down on the mirror stand. “Seriously?”
“Yes. When I slept in his room last night, I saw blood on his butt. I asked him what it was. He said he had rough s*x. He didn’t give m
