“Girls get down here or you’ll be eating a cold breakfast,” Killian calls from the kitchen.
Em, Maya and I are huddled under the blankets, talking in hush whispers, almost conspiratorially, even though we are talking about the part of the story where I got off with the help of Mace’s hand.
“How was it?” Maya whispers, completely ignoring the fact that Killian is calling us to breakfast.
That was the first time I was intimate with someone, the first time I allowed someone to touch me that way, and the fact that I was the one who initiated it has me disbelieving that it happened; maybe I dreamt it all up, but I can still vividly remember every sensation I felt that day.
I feel giddy all of a sudden. “It was good.” I blush, a big, stupid smile on my face. “Very good.”
Em looks at me in
