She’s staring at me with those sweet green eyes, brows raised and a gentle smile on her lips. And I can’t help myself. I’ve lost my fucking mind because if I don’t get this out now, I might fucking lose it. “Do you know what cuckolding is?” I ask, and she freezes, her face stuck with the same waiting expression she wore after asking me about brunch. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Drake replies when Isabel doesn’t. “Cuckolding. It’s a kink. Isabel, do you know what it means?” I ask, my eyes not leaving her.
