“Want to know what I’m thinking?” I ask, coy and flirty. “That I now win the weirdest thing someone has asked you?” “Would it be weird? Sex with you?” “Do you like it weird?” “I like it hard. I like it good. And I like it a lot.” A groan echoes in his throat. I tap-dance my fingers down his chest. “And I think I’m going to find out if you’re as good in bed as I’ve always thought you might be.”
