Page 136 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

“I think so,” I agreed.

“You…thinkso?” June looked dubious.

“Okay fine, yes, I am. I just—I mean, I never knew I was until last night. It’s new and I’m a little worried I’m going to fuck it up, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested,” I admitted. This felt…very personal. Way more personal than I wanted to get. “I shouldn’t be talking so much about me. This is your wedding. We should be talking about yourpending nuptials.”

June snickered, clearly recalling George calling them that, just like I’d wanted her to. But then she sobered. “That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

June exited her lounge chair, picked it up like the tiny tank she was, and plopped it directly next to mine. When she crawled back onto it, the firstthing she did once settled was smack my arm hard enough it stung. “Rod and I areoldnews. We’ve been together for ages. The wedding is important, yes, and I’m excited—but you and I both know I’ve been trying to set you up for years.”

“True.”

“And now it’s worked! Even if it’s ‘temporary,’ it’s still more permanent than anything you’ve had in ages. I still think I deserve flowers, by the way.”

“Noted.”

“And your undying loyalty.”

“You already have that.”

June smacked my arm again and I growled at her, intercepting the next slap with a huff. “Right, but… Okay. The point is—” she took a big breath, arm still raised like she wanted to whack me, “I am very, very invested in your kinky?—”

“Oh god.”

“Emotionaljourney to monogamy.” June flopped back onto her back, adjusted her sunglasses, and spread her arms in an arc in front of her like she was painting a rainbow. “I can see it now—you can get married in a kink club. With one of those…cross things at the altar. Everyone can wear harnesses and you can toss a bouquet of dildos.”

“I hate you so much.” I couldn’t stop grinning, even if I wanted to. Especially because thinking about dildos only reminded me of George now—and everything that reminded me of George made me stupidly, embarrassingly happy.

“Look at that smiiiile,” June teased when she stopped playing charades. “Christ, you’re so whipped. Ha! I didn’t even mean to do that. Whipped. LMAO, I crack myself up sometimes.”

“You are being totally unhelpful,” I groaned again, turning back to my phone with a sigh. “I don’t have that much time. I have to figure out how to be what he needs before he comes back from helping his mom.”

“Good luck with that. I’m pretty sure there’s not a crash course to kink on Google.”

“I thought you were going to behelpful?” I whined, picking my phone back up and trying to read.

“I am,” June said. “Maybe not with the research, but I can definitely distract George if he comes.”

“That would be great, thank you.” As much as it bothered me to miss out on precious time with George, I needed a minute to figure out what to do next—and how to do it properly. He’d told me he had experience with Brendon.

I had zero experience.

And I didn’t want to fuck this up.

Realistically, I knew June was right, that there wasn’t a “crash course on kink” that I could simply follow. But Ihadfound a website for a local kink club in Columbus after I’d clicked through the bondage website—andthatwebsite had a number for one of the Doms that worked there full-time.

I figured it wouldn’t hurt to reach out.

Learn directly from a trusted source, rather than Reddit threads.

“Anything for you, lover boy.” June wiggled her eyebrows playfully before flopping on her back to tan. “I’ll make him help me pick my veil.”

“I want you to distract him, not torture him,” I sighed.

“I’m still deciding what length it should be for the ceremony itself. I want to go dramatic—but short is good too, more?—”

“I’m going to go back to my phone now,” I informed her, tipping the device up to block the sun so I could see it better. I’d been through the veil thing with her fifty fucking times. I literally could not afford to go over it again. “Don’t make George help with your veil.”

“No promises,” June chirped.

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