Page 135 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“During sex…?” she repeated, trying to wrap her head around what I was talking about. “I’m confused. Why the fuck do you have to doresearch? You know more about dicking-down than half the state of Ohio.”

“That’s not really a compliment,” I replied, even though it totally was. I grinned cockily, popping my back to get comfortable and sighing, before I turned my attention back to June. “He’s…” How did I explain this without saying something that would offend or betray George’s trust? “Fuck.” There wasn’t a way to do that. “Never mind.”

“I won’t tell him that you told me,” June promised. “I’m good at secrets.”

“Feels like betraying his trust if I say anything,” I shrugged. “Can’t do it. Sorry.”

“What if I figure it out on my own?” June batted her lashes. “Then I could help you without you having to outright tell me.”

I frowned…but figured that was one way to get around it.

“I don’t know. Feels fishy.”

June didn’t laugh, even though my joke was perfectly timed considering we were lounging at the edge of a lake. Lame.

“Since when do you hesitate to tell me anythingever?” June cocked her head to the side. “Be so for real, Alex. I basically know how many butt hairs you have.”

“Disgusting.”

“Disgusting, but true.” June’s pale eyes were knowing. And I knew…this more than anything was betraying how strongly I felt about George. Yes, I’d just told her. But I guess…seeingit in action was something else entirely. “I’m gonna put my big sister hat on when I say this…” She was barely older than me, by like five minutes.

“Jesus.”

“But, Alex. Baby. Youdorealize that if it’s something you need to research, maybe having someone to talk to about it would be, dare I say, healthy?”

I groaned, because she was right.

“Fine. I guess…if you’re not going tosayanything—andIdon’t give you details—” June nodded up and down, “andyouguess it on your own, I can’t be expected not to…seek counsel.”

God, this whole conversation felt like pulling teeth.

June’s expression was thoughtful. “Okay so…you and George did something—something youhaven’tdone, despite being Columbus’s favorite slut—and you need to research it.”

I didn’t respond, instead feigning disinterest. In the distance, I could see Lacey and Mavis splashing around in the shallows. They were too far away to hear us, thank god. And thus far, they were the only members of the Milton clan present.

Where one Milton wandered, the rest were sure to follow.

Like ducklings.

I didn’t have much time.

And it wasstressingme out.

I needed to get this right. I wasn’t afraid of putting in the work. Wasn’t afraid to hunt for answers. But I was on a goddamn time crunch. Tighter than anything I’d ever faced—and I really needed to stop fucking around and figure this shit out before I saw George next.

June kept talking, “You…and George…did something you don’t know a lotabout.” She had literallyjustsaid that. This time was different though, because her mouth clicked shut immediately after the statement like she’d finally figured it out.

She blinked, then her grin went wolfish. “Oh. My. God. He’skinky.”

She was right, so I simply shrugged. “Hypothetically.”

“Oh-my-god he’ssuperkinky,” June cackled, way too excited about the prospect of said kinkiness. “Holyshit, Alex. And you’re…what? Figuring out how to…” She mimed throwing a whip.

“Kinda.” He was definitely into being restrained. Whips? I wasn’t sure yet. I got what she meant though.

“Ah! This is so fascinating. I love this journey for you. Hate it too—obviously—because thinking about you boinking anyone is…ew. Butloveit.” June beamed at me. You’d think I told her he rescued puppies or something, not that he may or may not enjoy BDSM. “Are you cool with this?” she asked, because even though she was actually evil, she did still love me. “You’re into that too?”

As much as it pained me to talk about kink with my sister, I figured she was right, given how new this was, it wasn’t a bad idea to seek counsel—especially when she was bound and determined to be my confidant.

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