"No, I wouldn’t be down with that. Are you crazy?"
He bursts out laughing. "I was just checking."
"What do you mean, you were just checking?"
"I mean, you went from innocent, sweet little Erica to sex-crazy. You just want to fuck all night long and touch me and touch yourself. And I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t twist your mind too far."
"Why would you have sex in front of someone else?"
"Maybe I’ve already done it," he says.
"At a sex club?"
I’m shocked, and he just chuckles.
"I’m older than you, and I’ve definitely seen more of the world, and we’re just going to leave it at that."
"Oh my gosh. You cannot leave it at that. I want to know!"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because! Tell me, Tyler. Did you have sex at a sex club?"
"I mean… maybe."
"Tyler, tell me."
"Fine, but you have to promise not to judge me."
"I promise."
"And you have to promise to tell me your story—about yourself."
"Well, you are my first lover, so I don’t have any crazy sex stories."
"No. Any other story. Something that no one else knows."
"I mean, I can, but you have to get off the phone."
"Not right now," he says. "Maybe in a little bit. I like talking to you."
"You do?"
I’m beaming from ear to ear now because this is the closest I’ve ever felt to him—which is crazy, because the man’s been inside of me. But we’ve never really spoken like this before. So light and so fun. And I love it.
"I’ll tell you when I need to go to bed," he says. "Right now, let’s just talk. You’ve got a pretty voice. Almost as pretty as you are. Beautiful. And this is fun. Are you having fun?"
"Yeah," I say honestly. "I really am. Who would’ve thought that I would’ve liked talking to Tyler Kane so much?"
"Not me," he says. "Not me at all."
"And who would’ve thought I would’ve liked talking to Erica Carrington so much? The moaning girl.”
"I’m not a moaning girl."
"Do you know how many times you went on and on about me accidentally spilling that drink?"
"Maybe more times than necessary," I say. "But we’re over that now, right?"