Page 10 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Like me?”

“A friend,” I explain.

He hums curiously, his muscular form still hovering over me. “Do you want me to leave?” he asks after a moment.

I take a breath. “If you stay, are we going to have sex?”

“That’s the idea, yes.”

“But it would just be sex, right? Just casual, no strings attached sex?”

“There’s another kind?”

I arch a brow. “Bronson.”

“Yes,” he says, cracking a smile. “Casual. No strings attached.Sex.”

“Intercourse.”

“If it helps you to call it that, go nuts.”

I pause, chewing my cheek in thought. Sex. Casual sex. Intercourse. I’ve only ever read about it in dirty romance novels, but I can’t say I’ve never been curious.

Just… never thought I’d ever do it with Bronson.

Strangely, I’m not turned off by the idea, either.

“I think I can do that,” I say.

“Are you sure?” Bronson asks.

“I mean, you have a penis and I have a vagina. So, we’ll fit together. Theoretically.”

“Oh, it’ll fit,” he says, smirking.

I blush. “I didn’t mean it like th?—”

He hooks my shorts impatiently.

“Wait!”I grab Bronson’s wrist, and he stops. “I don’t have protection.”

“I brought some,” he says.

“You did?”

“Condoms.”

I blink. “You just have those on you all the time?”

“I grabbed some on my way out of my room.”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“Four?!Good god, man!”

“I like to be prepared,” he says, half-smiling.

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