“Michael's in the club now, is he?” “As if you need to ask,” I say back, my voice barely above a whisper, “you were both inside of me at the same time last night.” “And so we were,” Paxton says and that's that; everyone goes quiet again. This time though, it's a companionable silence, easy and comfortable. If the guys are at all weirded out by our unconventional little arrangement, they don't act like it.
