I snort and flip her off. “It’snotthat.”
Galina laughs. “Suit yourself. It’s whatI’mwaiting for, thank you very much.”
“Respect,” Wren sighs. “And go for an older man. Boys fucking suck.”
“Right?” Lucia groans. “Maybe someone like Dominic Hale.”
I almost choke as I start laughing. “As inFatherHale?”
Aka the sinfully hot pastor at St. Aldric’s on campus.
Lucia grins and blushes. “Well, obviously without the whole celibacy thing! I just mean someone older, hot, knows what they’re doing?”
“The girl gets it,” Wren nods.
Galina laughs. “You think apriestwho, you know,isn't allowed to have sexknows what he’s doing?”
Lucia groans. “You’re taking it too literally. I just mean… He’s fucking hot.”
“Well, there you go, Lena,” Wren grins. “Just go fall in love with Father Hale and convince him to leave the priesthood. Easy!”
I laugh, then my brow furrows. “I’m not waiting forlove, you know.”
I’m really not. And that’s not because of Kyle.
I’ve always thought of sex and love as being two separate things. They obviouslycanbe both, in a perfect world. Gross as it is to think about my parents that way, I know that’s what they have.
The wild, untamed sex lifeandthe storybook romance.
But what thehellare the odds of finding that?
Galina arches a brow. “You’re saying you could just go out and bang a rando?” She shakes her head. “No judgement, but…” She shrugs. “I don’t know if I could? I mean I’ve thought about it, but I don’t think it would be for me.”
I shake my head. “Oh, me neither. I’d need to trust them. It wouldn’t be some stranger I met the night of. At least… I doubt it.”
This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently, specifically as it pertains to Achilles.
I’m not "in love"with him, and I doubt his stalkerish hunting of me has anything to do with love, either.
But I alreadyhavelove in my life, in the shape of my parents and my brother. These girls.
I’ve gone my whole life thinking that love and sex can live in two different boxes. I have family and friends to fill the first one.
And now, I have Achilles to fill the second.
Even though we haven’thadsex yet…
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the million-dollar question taking up the entirety of my thoughts, constantly.
“When I take this virgin pussy for the first time, your pulse will be racing much faster than this. You’ll be sweating, and outof breath. You’ll bemy preywhen your virgin blood soaks my cock, baby.”
I mean, firstly,holy fuck. But also…dare I say…hell yes?
Weirdly, Idotrust Achilles. I know that he’d push me to my limits, maybe even past them, and do things to me I’ve only read and fantasized about. But I also trust that he'dstopif I said the word.
Thunder.
In fact, that’s what he’s been firmest about: one word stops the whole thing.