Page 117 of The Devil We Crave
I nod. “Okay… So, let’s say thereisa guy.” My brows knit. “Wait, can you do me a favor and not mention this to the others?”
She smirks. “You don’t trust the totally undramatic, gossip-averse Galina Nikitinnotto badger you twenty-four seven if she knew you were seeing someone?”
I snort. “Something like that.”
Arianna drags an imaginary zipper across her lips. “Sealed. Cone of silence.”
I draw in slow breath. “Okay, so yes, there’s a guy who's been…”
Stalking me.
Hunting me through the woods.
Fucking me to within an inch of my life.
“Who I've been seeing. Sort of,” I say.
She nods.
“And…things were pretty good? Or at least, I thought they were. But I think I maybe…well…there was anevent, and then after that event, I…”
I groan and drop my face into my hands.
Fuck it.
“OkIsleptwithsomeone!”
Arianna’s brow shoots up as I wince.
“Um…what?” She laughs. “I mean, literally. I have no idea what you just?—”
“I slept with someone.”
She grins. “Ohshiiiit. Really?”
I nod, blushing. “I get that it’s weird that I’m not telling you who he is?—”
“Dude, don’t feel it’s weird. That's none of my business unless you want it to be.”
I smile wryly. “Well, it’s…weird and whatever because he’s not my boyfriend, and we’re not dating, but?—”
“Lena.”
Arianna takes my hands in hers. “It’syourbody. Your life. Your decisions to make.” She shrugs. “As long as it’s consensual and legal, who cares what anyone else thinks?”
I smile, but my mind is flashing back to waking up after he fucked me on the cliff, wet between my legs and feeling the unmistakable buzz of a recent orgasm.
Achilles went down on me while I was asleep. Which is on the one handsuperfucked up and not even borderline criminal.
…the problem is, it’s also outrageouslyhot.
So, “consensual and legal”?
Eh…close enough.
“Anyway, afterward, I….” I make a face. “Ithanked him,” I groan. “And now he’s…sort of gone radio silent.”
Arianna’s brow furrows. “Did he know it was your first time?”
