Page 60 of Holly Ever After

“Fuck that.” I pull her hands away. “You're saying it. You're not getting away that easily.”

“You’re going to laugh.”

“Of course I am.”

She throws her head back on the couch before taking a long drink of her beer.

“This was your idea, remember?” I remind her.

“It was a terrible idea. Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Stop deflecting.”

“Okay, okay.” She gives in, but she still looks like she’s about to burst into tears. “I was in college before I gave my first…” She swirls her fingers around. “You know?”

“Not a mind reader, Holl.”

“My first blow job.”

I was wrong before. She blushes a brighter red than she already is.

My brows almost reach my hairline. “Fuck. Could have fooled me. You learn fast.”

She bites down on her lip as she smiles, shaking her head. “Thanks, but it wasn’t always the case. I was young—”

“Not that young.”

“Okay, I was not that young, but I was naïve, and I thought blow jobs meant that you… well… um… that you—”

My eyes almost pop out of my head. “Holly, no!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Oh, yes. I didn’t know I needed to suck and took the name blow job literally.”

I tilt my head before ruffling her hair. “Oh, you’re just brand new, aren't you?”

“Shut up. In my defense—”

“There is no defense.”

“Let me speak. In my defense, it’s called ablowjob.”

“Baby, we are not balloon animals.”

She shoves me, trying not to laugh, but I can tell she is mortified. “I can’t believe I just told you that. They nicknamed me Holly and the blowfish for three years.”

I can't help myself, I burst out laughing, but at least this time, she joins me.

“So how does a girl that blows and doesn't suck go on to become a best-selling author of porn books?”

“It's not porn. At least not all of it. And I'm a fast learner.”

Wrong answer. My jaw clenches so tight, I think I hear it pop.

She's clearly getting more amusement out of this than me because she sets her beer bottle on the floor, pulls back her blanket and crawls across the couch. Hands on my shoulders, she straddles my lap.

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