Page 7 of Vendetta

“Oh, common girl!” Olivia pushed, “There’s got to be someone that’s caught your eye. Even if you don’t want anything serious, we’ve all gotta get laid every once in a while. For our health, ya know? Like ferrets. Did you know that ferrets die if they don’t have sex for too long? Like, no joke. Which is precisely why ferrets are my spirit animals.”

Bexley and I exploded into laughter, spilling a bit of wine in the process.

“You can’t be serious.” I said once I could finally catch my breath.

“Dead serious, look it up if you don’t believe me!”

If that were true and it applied to humans, I would probably be six feet under right about now. I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been almost two years since I had been touched by anybody other than myself.

Not that the underwhelming few experiences with my high school boyfriend were much to speak on. Maybe that’s precisely what I needed. It might explain why I found myself soaked half of the time when Cashton came across my mind. I just needed to get laid and it would fix my little issue.

“When’s the last time either of y’all have even had sex?” Olivia asked as we dug into the pizza.

“Way too long.” I responded between mouthfuls, “Unless masturbating counts.”

Olivia looked genuinely dumbfounded.

“Girl don’t look at me like that, we just moved in literally like two weeks ago! And you know that I was in no shape to sleep with anyone near the end of senior year, I didn’t even talk to anybody but you after the accident. I would have ended up crying on some dude’s dick.”

Olivia gave me a look that saidtouchébefore turning back to Bexley. “What about you?”

If I had thought that the blush across her cheeks couldn’t have gotten any brighter, I was wrong. Bexley kept her attention on her wine glass as she brought it up to her lips, refusing to respond.

“Bexley?” Olivia cautiously asked, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

Bexley’s lack of response was telling enough.

“Oh my gosh you are!” Olivia screeched.

I quickly composed myself, morphing my laugh into a cough.

“Which is totally fine.” I defended, “Good for you, girl! Trust me, sex is overrated anyways.”

Olivia snapped her head to me at that. “Okay, now you’re pushing it.” she laughed, “Sex is so not overrated.”

“Well, if my past experiences were any indicator of what sex should be like, it really is totally overrated. All I’m saying is that my fingers and my vibrator can do the job ten times better with much less of a hassle.” I argued before shoving a piece of pizza into my mouth.

Olivia shook her head, not seeming to process the information that she had just received from the both of us.

“Okay, first of all- Bex, it’s totally cool that you haven’t had sex. It just means that you have something to look forward to in the future! And besides, guys love virgins. Second of all—Landry, you’ve only been with one guy in high school, fuck that. You’ve obviously never had great sex and I am so, so sorry but we’re for sure going to be fixing that. Hey, maybe we haven’t considered that Cash may have just been so taken aback by your insane beauty that it caught him off guard and he was scared. Maybe being rude was his defense mechanism!”

“Right.” I responded, rolling my eyes and downing what was left in my glass. Olivia shrugged, pulling her light-brown hair back into a messy low bun similar to my own.

“I mean look at you. I don’t care what his deal is, if you walked up to him right now and said ‘Hey Cash, I would like you to fuck me, please and thank you’he would literally probably drool and then proceed to give you the best dicking-down you’ve ever received. I’m just saying, there’s gotta be a reason the girls are always swooning all over him. Word spreads around campus.”

Though the thought was ludicrous, the warmth spreading at my core proved that my body wasn’t as opposed to the idea. Dammit, I really needed to pull myself together. I just laughed and shook my head at her, not finding the words I needed to retort.

“We’ll find a guy for you too, Bex.” Olivia finally pulled her attention from me and back to a mortified Bexley.

“It’s not that I haven’t been wanting to. I’m not a prude or anything, I mean you guys know what type of books I read.” she argued, “It’s just that in high school, I didn’t spend muchtime around boys outside of school. And even if I had wanted to, Carson would have scared them away.”

Bexley had mentioned her older brother a few times since we moved in together. Apparently, he was a junior here at Ivybrook along with being on the lacrosse team with TJ and Nate.

“A part of me wants to just get it over with and have a no-strings attached hookup,” she continued, “but it’s been so long that I’m just a little bit scared is all. And I wouldn’t even know the first thing about approaching a guy. I’m just going to let it happen when it happens and not force it.”

“Good for you Bex.” I reassured, giving her a genuine smile, “Just let it come naturally.”

The conversation naturally shifted to the latest season ofBridgerton, which led us to migrate to Olivia’s home theater to binge-watch it together. Bexley passionately defended the first season with Daphne and the Duke as her all-time favorite, while I argued that the second season with Kate and Anthony had far more depth and chemistry.

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