I can't think of a decent excuse, so I leave it at that. "Yeah? What are you hungry for, little girl?"

That question has a double meaning, and when I watch him smirk, I assume he did it on purpose. Dimitri likes seeing me squirm.

"Something sweet. There was cake earlier, right?"

To my surprise, Dimitri helps me find cake, and watches me eat it too.

"How old are you again?"

Again? I don't remember him asking before. "Seventeen in December."

It sounds better than sixteen, even though December’s still three months away.

"Seventeen," he repeats. "That's a little young to enjoy watching your sister fucking."

"Didn’t mean to look, I was just?—"

"A dirty little pervert," he finishes for me. "Did you like what you saw?"

I flush.

"Don’t be ashamed."

"She was glowing," I murmur. "Morgan. She…seemed to like it a lot."

"She did."

Maybe I can ask him. "Are you guys together? Like, with Camden."

"No, nothing like that. Camden and Morgan are what we call swingers. They’re a couple, fully committed to each other. Sexually, they like to explore. I'm not going to draw you a picture, but it’s more common than you think. And swingers often stay together longer."

Swingers. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the term, but I’ll research it. I want to know everything about it.

"I want to feel what that’s like," I confess out loud, surprising myself.

“Find a boy to show you.” Dimitri’s tone is firm. “You’re a little too young to handle a man.”

He knows.

He knows the way I look at him.

No wonder. My genes suck, so I don't doubt I'm red from head to toe.

"I’m not that much younger than Morgan and you fucked her," I hear myself muttering.

"Jesus," Dimitri half sighs, half laughs. "You're a handful, aren't you?"He gets to his feet. "I'm too old for you until you stop getting carded."

"I’m not trying to buy beer," I grumbled.

"No, you’re just trying to fuck a man who’ll wreck you."

"Morgan—" I start.

"She’s someone else’s woman." Dimitri's mouth curves up in a smile that's not that nice, though it's incredibly gorgeous. "I treat her like a lady. I wouldn’t treatyoulike one. You’re no one else’s property. I’d fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a week, long after you beg me to stop."

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

"Find a boy. Come to me after college."