Page 387 of Rock Me All Night
"That's my brother, asshole."
"Not biologically." Miles shrugs.
"You ever have a threesome with another guy?" Tom asks.
"Once or twice. When I was using, fuck if I remember."
"Who?"
"Nobody you know."
"Drew?" Tom asks.
Miles laughs so hard he cries. "Fuck, Sticks, that's a good one."
"I could see it."
The laughter continues. "Okay. Sure. Who would Drew tap in? You?"
"No. Somebody he doesn't want to punch in the face."
"So, nobody." Miles shakes his head, apology in his eyes. "Sorry about the mental images." He looks back to Tom. "Who the fuck did you tap in?"
"It was in high school," Tom says.
"We went to the same high school."
"You were two grades above me."
"Who?"
"It was after you moved to Malibu."
"Mhmm."
Tom breaks. He feigns shyness. "Alan's girlfriend had a fantasy. It was her birthday wish."
Miles laughs. "You've always been giving." He looks back to me. "You ever have a threesome, Willow?"
"No. I don't really sleep around." I try to change the subject before my mind gives up on productivity and moves to the gutter. My birthday is coming up. If Tom just goes around granting women's birthday wishes—
"I'll be your wingman if you want to change that." Miles steps past Tom, pointing me to the kitchenette. "You have a hangover? Don't mind torturing Tom with the coffee grinder but you seem like a nice girl."
"It's an illusion. I'm actually a heinous bitch," I say.
Miles laughs. He pulls out a coffee grinder and fills it with fresh beans. It turns on with a loud whir.
Tom cringes. He lets out this loud groan that sounds equal parts anguished and turned on.
My cheeks flush.
Yes. Again.
Miles is watching me. Smiling. He taps the side of the grinder and turns it back. Whir.
Tom's groan is louder and even more anguished. "Fuck. You have to do that now?"
"Do what?" Miles grins away.
