Our Way

by T.L. Swan

“You did?” I shrug. “It was kind of hot.” I offer as an explanation. “He could have been a serial killer. Guys don’t just show women videos of themselves having sex with other people. That’s just fucking weird. Like stalker weird.” I laugh. “I know, right?” I shovel more cheese and biscuits into my mouth. “I’ve never even filmed myself having sex. I wouldn’t even want to watch that back, let alone show other people.” “What?” Nathan frowns. “You’ve never filmed yourself having sex?” “No.” I scowl. “Have you?” “Everyone’s done that.” “Not me.” “Why not?” He seems shocked. “I don’t know?” I laugh. “It’s never come up. Nobody I’ve slept with has ever suggested it.” He stares at me in disbelief. “Eliza, just how vanilla is your sex life?” I widen my eyes. “Well, very vanilla if this is anything to go by.” He sips his champagne as if fascinated. “And you like vanilla sex?” “Not really.” I shrug. “I’ve never thought about it before. I guess I’m waiting for a big, bad man to teach me bad things.” His eyes hold mine. I smile, slightly embarrassed by my lack of experience. “Anyway, I forget what sex is even like.”