I snap my gaze to hers. “Uh, no, Laney. Elliot has not admitted that I made his dick hard on more than one occasion,” I reply sarcastically. “Not sure that’s something that he would ever share with me.”
She scowls at me. “No need to get snippy.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Well, this is the last thing I needed to know before going to dinner with his parents!”
“Speaking of which,” Elodie interjects, checking her phone. “We have about forty minutes left until he gets here, so we need to focus.”
Vienna raises her hand in the air. “Okay, but before we do, can I just share something else with the group because now that I let that secret out, I feelsomuch better.”
Laney rests her hand on her shoulder. “Yes. Sharing is caring.”
Vienna smiles. “Great. Apparently, Elliot also got his dick pierced a while back.
My jaw falls open, but Elodie’s gasp gains our attention first. “What?”
“Yeah. Rhonan said the reason why he went with Elliot to The Charming Bull was because it was either that, or go with him to get his dick pierced, which he wanted no part of witnessing. So, Elliot ended up going by himself. The guys all know but have been keeping it from us because they didn’t want us to ask them to do the same,” she finishes, rolling her eyes. “I told Rhonan that a decision like that is completely up to him, but I probably wouldn’t complain.” She bounces her eyebrows up and down.
But my brain is short-circuiting at the moment.
Not only has Elliot not been with another woman since Tori, which isn’t as far-fetched as it might seem to the girls. But he got a penis piercing as what? A way to move on? A way to help him get over the idea of someone new since he has something new to share?
But the most prevalent question in my mind right now is—which piercing did he get?
Laney blows out a breath again. “Damn. That was a lot of information in a short amount of time.”
“Um, yeah. You could say that,” I say. “I feel like I just lived through that Thanksgiving episode ofFriendswhen Ross and Monica are telling secrets about each other to their parents.”
Elodie turns back to me. “Look, all I need to do is finish your mascara, but then I need to get started on your hair. We can talk and work, right?”
I nod. “Sure.”
My response comes out confident, but that’s the last thing I’m feeling right now as I watch the mascara wand threaten my eyes because knowing what Vienna just shared with us about Elliot is making everything I thought about this arrangement fly right out the window.
***
“Ladies, we did good,” Laney says, high-fiving Elodie and then Vienna.
Elodie pats herself on the back. “All that training in stage makeup certainly paid off.” She twists to look at Laney. “This was fun, though. We should do something like this if Lennon comes to visit, like make each other over or something.”
“When was she thinking of coming again?” Laney asks.
“Maybe next week… Honestly, I’m not sure if she will. She has a lot going on right now…”
“Lennon is your friend from Garnet Valley, right?” Vienna clarifies.
Elodie nods. “Yes, my best friend from childhood. But right now, she’s having some relationship problems and…”
I clear my throat while gesturing to myself. “Not that I don’t want to have girl talk, but I need y’all to make sure that nothing is out of place, like a boob or something.”
Laney snorts. “I think you’d know if that were the case.”
“Have you forgotten that I don’t like wearing bras, so by the time this night is over, I’m going to be chucking this one across my room too?” Sighing, I continue, “But I really am thankful for you all.”
Vienna shrugs. “Not sure I did much to help, but I was glad to be a part of this.”
“Oh, you most certainlydidn’thelp my brain, that’s for sure,” I mutter as I glance at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. “But these shoes are perfect for this dress. Lord knows I don’t own anything like this.”
The last time I got dressed up was for Laney’s wedding, but my hair was up, the dress was picked out for me, and so were the shoes. I did my own makeup, which is usually fairly minimal, and wearing something for my best friend felt a hell of a lot different than wearing something like this for a man.