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Bash:I definitely am.

Bash:Shit-talking, that is.

Tristan:Who have you been spending all your nights with?

Preston:You don’t have to tell us.

Declan:Yes, he does.

Lennox:OMG!

Lennox:I can’t with you all.

Lennox:Nosy asses.

Declan:I’m just worried about you.

Bash:We’ll always worry about you.

Lennox:Well, there’s nothing to worry about.

Lennox:But uh, does anyone have any tips for getting myself ready?

Preston:Ready?

Tristan:For?

Bash:NO!

Declan:Well, I’ll be damned.

Lennox:Never mind.

Lennox:Forget I said anything.

Preston:I might have some tips…

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LENNOX

“Who is it?”Declan whines, taking my glass and filling it with more wine.

“No one. I didn’t mean anything by it. Well, I meant something, but it’s more that I want to be prepared.”

Asking for advice about sex in the group chat was a horrible idea. The second I crossed the threshold into the apartment, Declan attacked. He’s like a dog with a bone. He won’t let it go until he figures out more information about what’s going on. I truly didn’t think he noticed I spent a couple of nights away from home, but apparently, he has. And he called me out in front of everyone. I’d have acted the same way, but it’s difficult when it’s flipped.

I’m still not ready to tell him about Jensen yet. Not until we’ve done whatever it is we’re doing for a little bit longer. I might have been on an orgasm high when I texted about anal sex advice, but honestly, I want to be prepared. I don’t know when or if it will happen, and while I understand the basics, I figured the guys would be more familiar with it.

Which was a mistake.

Because not only is the group chat blowing up with everyone wanting details, but now Declan’s all in my space wanting answers.

“But you’ve never asked to be prepared before. I know you’ve done sexual things with your exes. And if you need advice, I’m here. I’m just a nosy ass and want to know who it is. Sue me. Besides, I’m your best friend. Who else are you supposed to tell if not me?”

“Fine. I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to say anything.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die. Well, not really, but that’s the saying, right? Oh, whatever, who cares, spill it.” He bounces on his heels, and I chuckle, knowing he’ll keep my secret.

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