I stare at the floor.
“Holy shit. You’re fucking the Bull.” She grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Have you lost your mind along with your virginity?”
“No. I haven’t.” I flounder. “I’m not … I’m still…”
She leads me over to a counter stool and pushes me down. “Talk.”
“There’s not much to say.”
“Bullshit. Or is it that you don’t trust me?” She pauses, suddenly insecure. Lies will do that to a friendship, though technically I only omitted sharing the truth.
“I trust you,” I rush to say. “But he trusts me, so I can’t tell you anything. I won’t discuss certain things behind his back.”
“So loyal.”
I sigh. “I’m a Beneventi. Either be loyal or dead, right?”
That registers, briefly.
She slides into the seat next to me. “Yes or no, then.”
“Fine.”
“Did you see his bull?” she demands.
I blush. “Yes.” I don’t elaborate.
“Is he as thick as a goddamn soda can?”
I guess my expression answers her question because her eyes go wide. “Did you touch it?”
“No.” How I wanted to. But that doesn’t count.
“What?” Her hands are back in the air. “Did he jerk off while you watched?”
“Yes.”
“That filthy, dirty man.” Pause. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it.” My hand flies to cover my mouth. Too late. Zoey’s already losing her shit.
“Unbelievable. You could barely make eye contact with that beast, and now you’ve watched him come? Next you’ll be telling me he went down on you, when everyone from Rhode Island to California to … Rome … wherever … knows he never puts his mouth on a woman…”
I can’t help it. My lips curl.
She starts dancing around the room like we won a state championship. “Oh no, he didn’t. Oh no, he didn’t.”
“Please keep your voice down.”
“Did he pull any kinky shit?”
This conversation’s gone too far and needs to end. “I’m not in love, capisci?”
She shakes her head. “Capisci? You sound like him, even.”
“Let’s clean up and see if we can salvage the tiramisu.” I slip off the stool, but she’s not done.
“You’re playing with fire, Alessia. A man with his appetites can break an intelligent yet inexperienced woman like you.”