Page 77 of Rock Me All Night
"I don't want you to freak out."
"Name one time when I ever freaked out." She throws me serious side eye. "English Breakfast okay?"
"Sure."
She moves to the kitchen and turns on her electric kettle.
I turn over my options as she fixes tea. I trust Kara more than I trust anyone. I should want to tell her about everything with Miles.
She returns to the main room with two mugs of tea. She sets one down on the end table and hands the other to me. There's infinite patience in her eyes, like she could wait eight million years for an explanation.
I sip my tea to buy another ten seconds.
"I was with Miles," I say.
She gasps then clears her throat as if to cover her surprise. "And what were you doing with Miles?"
"We slept together."
"Holy shit, Megara Smart. How the fuck did you not tell me this?"
"It's no big deal."
"Bullshit. Don't act like you don't give a damn. You lost your virginity to Miles. That's huge. Is he huge?"
My cheeks burn.
"He is!" She squeals. "Let's put the issue of your secrecy aside for a moment." Kara leans in close, her eyes wide. "What was it like fucking him?"
"Good."
She stares at me. "Good? You call that a detail? I want a better fucking detail!"
"Isgreata better detail?"
"Technically, great is better than good."
"You sound like an English teacher."
"Thank you." She taps her fingers against her jeans. "So…"
"Very, really good. He's good at everything, and he's more tender than you'd expect. But it's just sex. It's really not a big deal."
"Not buying it, sweetie." She shifts to the other side of the couch. "Was it only once or have you been seeing him?"
"A few times. We're… friends with benefits."
"And what, he picked you up last night and dropped you off here with a change of clothes?" She studies me like she's looking for cracks.
"This is why I didn't want to say anything."
"What is?"
"Stop looking at me like I'm fragile. I'm not going to break because of a little casual sex."
"Fine. As long as it feels casual to you. Does it?"
Damn, is she a mind reader? It doesn't exactly feel casual. But he's been clear about not wanting more. And I don't want more. "I don't want feelings for anyone. What if a medical school in New York is my best option? I don't want anything affecting my decision. Certainly not feelings for a guy."
