Page 122 of Liberating Lily

She just wanted to maybe faint for a little bit and lose her memory.

“Lily, turn and look at me.”

She scooched down the bed, hiding under the covers.

“Lily, come out of there,” he commanded.

“Nope. I don’t know who Lily is. My name is Billy and I live here.”

“You live under the bed covers?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“And your name is Billy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why is that? Because you’re embarrassed that you’re turned on? You know that everyone gets turned on, right? I’d be more worried if you didn’t get turned on.”

“Yes, but I didn’t have to blurt it out like that, did I? That was the embarrassing part.”

“You think it’s embarrassing to tell me that you’re turned on? I think it’s flattering as hell.”

“What?” she asked.

“I’m flattered that you’re turned on from kissing me. At least, I’m hoping that’s what you’re turned on from. If you tell me you had a sexy dream about another man, then we might have another conversation.”

“No. Of course I wasn’t thinking of anyone else. One sexy man in my life is enough. I don’t need to dream about anyone else. It was kissing you. It was touching you. It was everything about you.”

“Was?” he asked. “So, you’re not turned on anymore?”

“Of course I’m still turned on,” she said. “How could I not be with you right next to me?”

“Good to know,” he said.

“I guess I’m just not used to it. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. I’m not sure I ever have been.”

“Have you ever used toys on yourself?”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to the way you talk,” she said. “How can you say those things so casually?”

“Talking about arousal and sex and getting off is not something to be ashamed of. It’s normal, it’s natural, and it’s fucking sexy. And now you can use me to get off. You can use my finger and tongue and cock as much as you like. Once you’re ready, that is. No pressure.”

Right. And when would she be ready? She wasn’t sure. How would she know?

“I don’t know how I’ll know when I’m ready,” she said. “That sounds really stupid, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not stupid at all, baby,” he replied. “I think you’ll just know.”

“And in the meantime, I don’t sleep,” she said dryly.

“Hmm. That is a good point. You do need your sleep. Shall we buy you a toy?” He reached back for his phone and started typing something into it.

“A toy?” she asked. “What do you mean by . . . oh my God, you mean a sex toy?”

Without thought, she slapped the phone out of his hand. He stared at her in surprise, while she gaped at the phone in shock.

“Oh, shoot. I didn’t mean to do that. Sorry.”