I tended to space out when I had too much to drink. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Have you slept with him yet?"

"No. Not really."

"Right, and Kendra and I are dying to know what exactly that means. Spill it."

"We did other stuff."

"Like what?"

"He was so forward. I excused myself to go to the bathroom while we were at dinner and he followed me. Into the ladies' room."

"And..."

"He went down on me." Did I just say that out loud? I needed to stop drinking. My filter was disappearing fast.

"After knowing you for 30 minutes? I guess the rumors were true."

"What rumors exactly have you heard again?"

"Basically that he's a sex god."

"That's not a thing."

"Well, did you like it?"

I could feel my face flushing. It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced in my life. "It was good, yeah."

"Mhm. Does that mean it was better than Patrick?"

"Patrick and I never really did anything like that." I felt overheated just thinking about Mason. And now my stomach seemed to flop over at the mention of Patrick. I took another sip of my drink.

"Patrick never went down on you?" Kendra asked. "Why were you with him again?"

"Because we loved each other."

"Back to Mason," Marie said. "Did you two do anything else?"

"We may have done more stuff like that in an alleyway."

"See," Kendra said. "Kick Ass Bee. She appears more once she's had a few drinks."

I liked that nickname.

"What has Kick Ass Bee been doing with Mason since your first date?"

"Nothing really. He hasn't even kissed me again. He said he was willing to take things slow."

"Because that's what you want?" Marie asked.

"He thinks that's what I want. But I kind of just want him. And him not texting me back is driving me crazy."

"Well, what did you say to him last?"

"I thanked him for lunch."

"I think you need to let me borrow your phone again," Kendra said and put her hand out.