Page 172 of Sinful Like Us
“Luna?”
I nod.
Farrow runs his thumb over his lip piercing. “You said this happenedagain, so that means you walked in on Luna having sex?”
Maximoff cringes. “Christ.”
“Yes.” I hug my clipboard. “It was as unlucky and unfortunate as walking in on you two.”
“But you didn’t tell me when it happened,” Maximoff realizes. “Why?”
“Luna asked me not to, and I promised her.”
Farrow processes fast and tells Moffy, “Your sister thought you’d be pissed.”
“Oui.”
Maximoff fixates on the wall in deep contemplation. “I already know she’s having sex, and I’dnevershame her for that. I just want her to be safe, so I really don’t get why she thinks I’d overreact.” His eyes hit mine with pure brotherly protectiveness. “Did the guy hurt her? Is she okay?” He’s already storming towards the door.
I’m suddenly very thankful we’re locked in this room.
Farrow sprints in front and blocks him, a hand to his chest. “Wolf scout, let’s hear Jane out before we go on a fictional manhunt.”
He glares. “If someone hurt my little sister, it’s not going to be a fuckingfictionalmanhunt. I’m going to kill him with a switchblade laced in arsenic.”
I try not to smile. My best friend has murderous hyperboles that my mom would applaud in a heartbeat.
“You don’t even know why you’d be committing murder,” Farrow says matter-of-factly. “Or who you’re supposed to be killing.”
“She’s fine. Really,reallyfine,” I emphasize. “She enjoyed the moment greatly. It was completely consensual.”
Maximoff tries to relax, his hand sliding back in Farrow’s hand. “Who was it? What’d they do?” His tone is sharp, so it sounds like he’s asking for a culprit and a motive.
I take one breath.
And I say just it. “I walked in on Paul Donnelly giving Luna greathead—thegreatwas her assessment, though from my vantage it did look very pleasing…” I trail off, so sweltering hot that I can barely think straight.
Farrow’s jaw has dropped. Shock slowly washes over his face, and he swings his head to me. “Donnelly?”
“Yes.”
Maximoff lets go of his hand, just to set his palms on his head. Like he’s winded and attempting to catch his breath. He spins to Farrow. “You told me not to worry about him.”
“It was consensual,” I remind them. “Luna asked Donnelly to go down on her.”
They’re both staring at me like I’m speaking an entirely different language.
“It was for science,” I add, unhelpfully. “Sheenjoyedit.”Yes, stick to this point.
Maximoff’s glower intensifies.
I give him a disapproving look. “Not that it matters. At all apparently.”
He groans, frustrated. “That matters. That’s not why I’m glaring.” He rakes his hands through his thick dark-brown hair, then lowers his arms to his side. “Are you sure it was Donnelly?”
“Positive.”
“You’re sure it was consensual?”
