‘Talk to me. Were you in The Playroom last night?’ ‘Maybe,’ I concede, because that’s vague enough to be safe, isn’t it? ‘Oh my God.’ Her hand flies to her mouth. Her eyes are wide with shock as she clambers off me and stands up. ‘Was that you? Did you—did you go down on me last night?’ She hisses the last part out in a whisper, like she’s worried someone will hear.
