“Excuse me?” I act completely appalled with his accusation, but damn. He’s right. The thought crossed my mind, and it’s scary that he knew. It just proves that he’d see through my fake orgasm like I’d already assumed. “I could be wrong, but your eyes lit up when your brother was accusing Van of wanting to fuck you.” “That is not true.” I argue. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Nolan stretches his legs out in front of him, seeming to relax. “Maybe then you could orgasm during sex.”
