Page 10 of Bony Bony
Novaslanted her head. “Whatband?”
“TrubbleArizing.Ichecked out a few videos.They’repretty good.”
“Neverheard of them.”
“Ithink you’ll like them.”Afterpulling out my phone,Iopened up a video. “Watch.”
Whena close up ofZaneappeared while he was singing, she turned to me and said, “Yeah, not bad.Butthe singer.Wow, with his looks,I’msure that’s a draw.”
“True,”Iagreed with a nod. “Butnot every band has a hot lead singer to make it big.”Thenwe went off on a tangent discussing our taste in hot and not-so-hot lead singers. “Doyou want to come?”
“Maybe.”Sheshrugged. “Ifyou like them,I’msure they’re good.”
“Idon’t know much more than you at this point.”
“Thenwhy did you get these tickets?”
“Thesinger gave them to me.”
Novaarched a brow. “Youknow him?”
“Sortof.Wemet briefly at theCureconcert.Andthen he came into the club one night with his band.They’rein the area for this tour.”Ireached over and squeezed her forearm. “Come.We’llhave fun.”
Novatapped her lower lip. “True, true.”Shetook a sip of her chai. “Yeah, sure.Can’tsay no to a night out with my best friend.”
Isquealed. “Awesome!”Idid a little dance with a shake of my shoulders. “Girlsnight out!”
Novalaughed. “Girls’ nights are fun.”Hereyes widened, and she tapped my leg. “Andwe have a game night with the gang coming up.”
“Nice.”
Gamenights had grown into a tradition.Sebastianwould put together a food spread, and we’d hang out playing our spin on traditional games.Itdidn’t matter who won, it was more the social aspect of getting together.
Infact, my first time in the other apartment was whenI’drealizedSebastianwasn’t the feral nut jobI’dinitially thought upon meeting him.Itwas funny because his behavior had been so out of character for the considerate shifterIknew him to be.Butthose wolf instincts can make even the calmest shifter go a little wild on meeting their mate.
“EarthtoGianna.”Novawaved her hand in front of my face.
Isnapped out of my reverie. “What?”
“Iasked you a question, but you were inLaLaLand.”
“Oh,Iwas off inSebastianrocking-my-world land,”Iresponded with a chuckle.
Novaraised her index finger and leaned back on the cushions. “Ohno,I’mnot going to ask.Oryou’ll get all excited to tell me your latest sexual adventure.”
Iflashed her a devilish grin. “Well, there was an incident with a flosser last night…”
“Ohno.”Sheput her hands up, palms forward. “Pleasedon’t tell me you used a tooth flosser as a sex toy.”
Icackled with delight.NovaandIhad vastly different levels of comfort when it came to discussing our love lives.Ihad few inhibitions, and her squeamishness whenIshared a story about something particularly hot or different amused me.
“Well, it started with?—”
“No,” she cut me off. “Sebastianis my friend too.Ican’t hear about all the dirty deeds you do in private!” she protested.
“Dirtydeeds!”Irepeated with a chortle. “Actually, it started with me getting soaking wet by the?—”
Novaclamped her hands over her ears. “Lala la.I’mnot listening.Ican’t have an image of your sex shenanigans pop into my brain whenI’mflossing.”
