Page 16 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 8
BRITT
My sexual behavior essay is due soon in psychology, and I’m two sentences in and stumped.
I’m not a writer either, so it’s hard to simply wing it. Writer. Of course. I’ll call Rain. She knows all about sex and writing. She’s perfect.
“Britt?” Dane asks.
I pull my phone back, seeing I did indeed dial Rain. He’s probably had more sex than Rain, statistically speaking.
“What’s up?” he asks. “Rain’s just getting out of the shower.”
“It’s fine. You may be able to help me. I need to know why people enjoy having sex so much, aside from the obvious. Also, I need if it’s anything like animals in heat. And I need to know what circumstances propel you into those situations where you’re suddenly carnal and desperate to have someone.”
My mind immediately detours to the pool where Base kissed me, and I clear my throat.
“Never mind about that last one. Just answer the rest,” I amend.
He coughs hard, over and over, as if he can’t catch his breath. Did he swallow a fly or something? I always hate it when I accidentally swallow a bug.
“Dane?” I prompt. “I need you to explain sex so I can finish this.”
“Finish what?” he asks in a strange, panicky octave.
“My paper, of course. What else? It’s for Psych class.”
I hear a heavy breath fall through his lips, and then there’s some indistinguishable muttering that follows that.
“What did I tell you about invasive questions?” he asks seriously.
Hmm. His lectures have all been about not asking other people invasive questions. “You exempted yourself from that when you said I could come to you for anything,” I clarify.
“I realize I said anything, but...” He groans, pausing and making some unusual sound. “Fine. Sex is...well, you feel...um...I don’t...shit. Talk to Rain.”
Rain chuckles as her voice comes over the phone. “Read those books I gave you,” she says before I can even ask her the same question.
Considering Dane’s reputation, I’m surprised he doesn’t seem to know enough about sex to help me.
“Read those books?” I ask.
I thought they were romance, not erotica, but the lines in that category seem to be blurred these days.
“Yes. Read them. It’ll give you a semi-realistic grasp of most things. Then grab some more stuff. The bookstore has plenty of things that will help you. Especially since you respond better with written words.”
I don’t want to tell her I’ve already read them and they made no sense at all.
At. All.
“Thank you. You were so much more helpful than Dane. He doesn’t know much about sex, so maybe you should make him read those books. Perhaps he and I can discuss our own personal take-away in a book club sort of format.”
There. Now I’ll still find a way to get answers without admitting the books made no sense.
She starts laughing really loudly, and I hear Dane groan. Apparently I’m on speaker.
He really should be educating himself. I’ve read the various statistics on the number of women who leave a man if they’re not sexually satisfied. I never want Rain to leave him.
“I’ll make sure he brushes up on some stuff,” Rain assures me. “By the way, we’re coming home early. The tour cancelled my last event due to a storm surge. We’ll be home in the morning.”
“Good,” I say, since Silk is in decent condition and I can show them I’m perfectly capable of doing adult things.
They start whispering and snickering, letting me know they’ve forgotten me and now they’re playing.
“I do better with show than tell,” Dane says, confusing me.
I shake my head and hang up. They’re weird too.
