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“It’s fun,” she says, holding the joint out to me.

I shake my head, and she takes another hit herself.

“Until it gets lonely,” she says.

I look at her. I’m still smiling, and I try not to be. “Are you lonely?”

She shrugs. “Sex is fun. But isn’t it better when you’re in a relationship?”

“Not really.”

“What?” She props herself up on an elbow. “You were with the same guy for three years.”

“Yeah, so I guess I’d know.” I roll my eyes.

“Does it get old?”

“Yeah. But I think it’d be different if he was my person. I look back now, and he wasn’t. Kissing him was not like kissing Nash.”

She falls back on the bed. “Because Nash is unpredictable. He’s got a temper. I can’t believe he came to Theo’s and carried you out.”

I laugh, warm at the thought. “I think with Nash it might just be chemistry.”

“Then have fun with it.”

I prop myself up on my elbow. “Do you think I should fuck him tonight?”

She sits up and looks at me. “You’re so pretty, Kylie.”

I laugh and cover my face. “So are you, Paige.”

She throws her head back. “Blondie!”

I fall face first onto the bed, and she laughs too.

“Yeah,” she says. “I think you should. And I think you should use your three years of experience on his ass and get him addicted to you.”

I laugh so hard tears fill my eyes. “Three years of—”

“I’m so fucking serious.” She stubs the joint out on the windowsill. “What’s your favorite position?”

I start blushing, because I don’t know how to answer that. “What’s yours?”

“Doggy. Some hair pulling. A hand on my throat.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “I’m done for.”

“I like kissing,” I say.

She slaps the bed. “Then missionary.”

My mind is spinning, and I’m picturing things I shouldn’t be picturing on a stranger’s comforter. “What would get him addicted?”

“Dirty talk,” she says, and laughs. “Tell him his dick feels good.”

“Paige.”

“Don’t pretend to be Miss Innocent. You don’t do dirty talk?”

I shake my head. “Never.”