Page 9 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

He reaches for my shorts.

“Wait wait—”I stop him from pulling them down. “Okay.” I take a deep breath to settle myself. “You want to have sex?”

“Yes.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You look like you need it,” he says.

“What doesthatmean?” I ask, slightly offended.

“It means my friend is stressed out,” he answers. “Seeing her stressed out stresses me out and sex solves both problems at once.”

“It does?”

Bronson nods.

I exhale hard. “I don’t know. Maybe it would. I mean, Chrissy’s been telling me I need to schedule some fun and—”I scoff. “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, to be honest. I’m wondering if I even remember how to do it.”

“I’ll remind you.”

“I’m not very good at it.”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, Jordan.”

“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “Sex is a really big deal.”

“No, it’s not.”

I blink. “It’s not?”

He shrugs. “Not the way I do it.”

“How do you do it?” I ask, curious.

“The normal way.”

“What’s the normal way?”

“I get you off. You get me off. We both leave happy.”

I nod slowly. “Yeah, that sounds normal. I guess.”

“Jordan.”

“Hm?”

Bronson studies me. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

“What?” I laugh. “Of course I have, Bronson. You know I have. I’ve just never done it socasuallybefore.”

His head tilts slightly. “Really?”

“No,” I say. “Especially not with someone like you.”

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