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I live with Brendon.

I live with the guy who refuses to leave my head.

I can handle that. Totally.

He nods to the bedside drawer. "I can make myself scarce if you need to pack anything personal."

"Why would I..." Oh. My blush spreads to my chest. I stammer. "No. I don't. I don't have one of those."

He arches a brow. Teasing. Maybe.

"No. But. Um." I'm going to die of embarrassment. "I don't use those."

"You're missing out."

"What?" I manage to look at him for an entire second. Two even. His expression is light, but there'scuriosity in his eyes. He really wants to know. "Why do you care?"

He shrugs. "You should get one."

"Oh." This is... My head is spinning.

I can't place his tone.

Is ityou should get one so I can use it on you?

Or is itmasturbation is healthy and awesome, you should get a vibratorawkward but necessary mentor/Dad/older brother talk?

I...

Uh...

My body goes straight to the former.

I can't think.

The only thing in my head is the glorious mental image of him peeling off my panties and pressing a vibe to my clit.

Fuck.

We're going to live together. We're going to be roommates. Or even... it's more like he's my legal guardian.

He doesn't see me that way.

We're friends.

We're only ever going to be friends.

I need to act like this is normal. Like we're two adults talking about sex toys like adults do. "I thought guys were bothered by—" I can say the word. "Vibrators."

"In your vast experience?"

"Yeah." Okay, so I've never exactly had a guy over here. I've never had a guy's hands below my waist. Or mine below his. But I listen in class, at work, at the shop. I've heard guys talk about sex toys like they were only for desperate women.

"It's a tool. That's it."

"And that doesn't threaten you?"

"No."

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