Laughter bubbles over my lips. “I think you started pretty young. Uhm… I’m going to guess fourteen.”
He slaps his hand over his heart and acts all offended.
“You make me sound like a whore.”
I roll my eyes at him. “When we met you pretty much where a man-whore.”
“Fine, I’ll let it go, but you have to strip for the right answer,” he says, dropping his voice low like he did earlier over the phone.
The smile drops from my face. “I got it wrong?”
“Yeah.” He wags his eyebrows
at me, clearly enjoying this. “I was sixteen.”
“Okay, fair is fair.” I remove the tie from my hair and drop it next to me on the ground. I stick my tongue out at him, which only makes him chuckle.
“How many sexual partners have I had?” He’ll never get that one right.
He thinks about it for a few seconds, then says, “Three.”
I shake my head as I try not to smile. “Pay the price, Pretty-Boy.”
He goes for his shoes first, placing them neatly next to where he’s standing.
“I’ve had five.”
“Five?” He sounds surprised.
“Five isn’t that high a number,” I say defensively.
“Still, I wanted to say one at first. How old were you when you started?”
“I’m sure my number is missing a few zeroes at the end before it can compete with your number. I was nineteen.”
I can see the question on his face, which makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Oh shit. Don’t ask that question.
“Did I have sex with anyone since we became friends?”
Shit.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He shakes his head which surprises the hell out of me.
I kick off my shoes wanting to get to the next question, but before I can open my mouth, he asks, “Did you?”
I close my eyes for a moment before I lift my chin to look at him.
“Yes.”
I can’t read his facial expression which makes me feel uncertain. I don’t think I have to defend myself. It happened during our three-year break as friends. I haven’t been with anyone since we ran into each other at the drug store.
“Was this before or after I told you that I love you?”
“Before.”