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“What’s the story, lads?” Kav said, dropping in the seat in front of ours.
“You’ve had a lot of sex, haven’t ya?” Feely came right out and asked, while I mentally dug myself a hole to die in.
“Whether I have or haven’t is irrelevant.” Kav was quick to shut down the conversation. “Because I don’t discuss my sex life with anyone.”
“Yeah.” Feely rolled his eyes. “Which means he’s had a lot of sex with a lot of different girls.”
“What’s this about, Feely?” Kav snapped, sounding irritated.
“If sex was off the cards, would you use fingers or tongue to get her off?”
“Jesus Christ, Pa,” I choked out, appalled.
“Hypothetically?” Kav offered, sounding mildly interested now.
“Of course.”
“In what context?”
“You and a random girl.”
“Fingers,” Kav replied without hesitation. “No tongue.” Grimacing, he stroked his chin before adding, “Never use tongue on randomers.” A shudder racked through his enormous frame. “That’s way too intimate.”
“And if you were in a committed, long-term relationship with her?”
Johnny frowned like he didn’t understand the question. “If we were in a committed, long-term relationship, then whywouldn’twe be having sex?”
Feely cracked up laughing.
“I’m confused,” Kav admitted, brows furrowed.
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, digging into the ribs of the asshole beside me. “Feely’s having a moment.”
Johnny stared at us for a long beat before shaking his head and rising to his feet. “I’m not sure what either one of you bright sparks is up to, and I honestly don’t have the headspace to worry about it, but make sure you rollhypotheticalcondoms on yourhypotheticaldicks before you start fucking around.” He started to walk back to his seat before stopping in the middle of the aisle to turn around and say, “And save the oral for yourhypotheticalcommitted relationships.”
“Nice one, Feely. Now he thinks we’re deranged.”
“Don’t worry about it, Hugh. He probably thinks we’re fucking each other.”
“No offense, lad, but I’m way too far out of your league for him to think that.”
“Whatever you say,virgin.”
“Right back at ya,whore.”
HEAVEN ON EARTH
Lizzie
SEPTEMBER 27, 2002
“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” HUGH ASKED, FOLLOWING ME UP THE ANCIENT BRICK STAIRwell at the back of the main building at school. “Liz, we only have five minutes left of lunch break.”
“Trust me,” I coaxed, racing up all four flights of cobbled staircase until I reached heaven on earth—well, at Tommen, at least.
“Holy shit,” Hugh breathed, joining me in the impressive stone archway that led to the school’s original library. It took up the entire fourth floor of the building and was the only part of the school that had been spared of modernization. The architecture resembled the late 1600s, when the school had first been built, and it was a treasure trove for book enthusiasts—sprawling aisles of stacked books from floor to ceiling, with antique furniture, and glorious drawback, velvet curtains ordaining the Victorian windowpanes. Best of all, there were aisles of books in here that were as old as the building itself.
“How did you find this place, Liz?”
