Page 44 of Peep

“It’s unsettling. It’s either going to be the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen, or we’re all gonna suffer when it goes to shit.”

“Oi, you two. Stop gossiping,” Cameron shouts, making Sage wince. I swear this guy doesn’t have an inside voice.

“We were not.” Delia flutters her eyelashes.

“Talking of gossip,” Cameron announces. “Where’s your hot doctor? You said he was going to be with you?”

“Oh, he, erm, couldn’t come, had to work. I think,” I stammer through the lie. I’m not quite sure why I’m lying, but something was off earlier. Maybe he really does have beef with the management here, or perhaps he doesn’t want to meet my friends yet. Either way, I’m not admitting that to them.

“Ah, ok, that’s a shame. Tell us about him, though?” Cameron asks.

All eyes turn on me, causing my cheeks to flame.

“What do you want to know?” I shrug then start playing with the zip on my jacket to keep my hands busy.

“Is he a bottom?”

Sage slams their hand over Cameron’s mouth. “My little sister is right here!”

“Sage, get a grip. I know what a bottom is. I think I might be one, or is it a pillow princess? I’m not too sure.”

“What? You, no, when, how?” Sage splutters, removing their hand from Cameron’s face.

“You really want to know?” Delia raises an eyebrow with a smug smile.

“I dunno, maybe.” Their face scrunches up in disgust, and Cameron and I chuckle.

It’s nice to have the heat off me.

“Well, there’s not much to tell. You know Sara, the cute blonde in the next room?” We all gasp in sync, eyes bugging out.

The sneaky little minx.

“Well, we figured we ought to do the deed in case one of us died during surgery. Would be a crying shame to die a virgin.”

“You did it here, in the hospital?” Sage asks, looking completely horrified.

“Yes, right here, actually.” She taps the mattress with the filthiest grin.

“Get it, girl.” Cameron leans over to fist-bump her.

“Congrats, I guess,” I add, because apparently that’s what you say when people get laid.

Sage rubs their temple like they have a migraine.

“How was it? Did she manage to get you off, or was it more of an awkward fumble?” Cameron inappropriately asks.

“Oh, you bet, it was really—”

“La, la, la, la, la, not listening.” Sage plugs their ears.

The whole room breaks into laughter. Well, apart from Sage, they’re traumatised.

Cameron wrestles with Sage to remove their hands. “Don’t be such a prude. We both know how filth—”

Sage playfully grabs Cameron by the throat. “I swear to god, if you finish that sentence, I’ll put on my highest heels and take a hike on your balls.”

Cameron noticeably shivers. “Sounds like fun,” he replies with a wink.

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