those water droplets right off his rock-hard skin. Maybe that will steer us to safer waters.
“Well, let’s do it anyway,” he says as Alder gives him a nod.
“That’s alright,” I announce, a little too high-pitched. “We really don’t need to,” I tell them, because I don’t. Whoever they hooked up with before me...it doesn’t matter, and frankly, I don’t wanna think about it. I also really don’t want them askin’ me about my business before them either. I don’t want anythin’ taintin’ what we have here and now.
“We don’t want to hide anything from you, and we’ve lived a lot longer than you have,” Flint says. “And of course, we’ve fucked she-demons along the way.”
“Not humans?” I ask curiously, ignorin’ the twinge of annoyance that strikes through me at Flint’s words. I really don’t want to know, and yet I just blatantly asked them to dive into it even more.
Stupid mouth.
Flint and Alder both shake their heads. “No, we never dabbled in humans,” Alder tells me. “But any demon we had sex with was just that—sex. Nothing more. You don’t ever have to feel threatened by our past.”
“Even when Flint’s groupies show up to the bar?” I tease and try not to roll my eyes. Why do they think I need to hear all of this? Is this like a normal thing that goes down between mates? You kiss and tell and then try to never think about it again?
Flint rolls his eyes. “Especially then.”
I snort out a laugh, and then my mouth betrays me again. “So, have y’all shared partners?” I ask, because I’m a curious idiot. Why can’t my brain catch up with my damn mouth and shut it down before it digs us a bigger hole? In my experience, these kinds of rehashin’ talks never end well. I should end this and stop blurtin’ out stupid questions.
“Well...orgies are a thing in Hell. You don’t know that, since you haven’t been down there yet, but there’s a very free attitude when it comes to pleasure. So when we were younger, we participated in festivals and things, but no, we’ve never shared a partner between us. Not until you,” Alder tells me.
I’m a little surprised by that. They seem so comfortable around each other and me. I just assumed maybe there had been others before me to scratch all their itches.
“Alright, well, thanks for sharin’,” I tell them, hopin’ it shuts down the roster talk once and for all.
Alder and Flint look at me expectantly, and I find myself really interested in the corner of my towel.
“Anything you want to share?” Alder asks me casually, his butterscotch gaze takin’ in my fidgetin’.
Crap.
“Nope, I’m good, that was a nice talk. Are you guys gettin’ hungry?” I ask, tryin’ not to panic at the way they’re both now starin’ at me.
“Why are you suddenly so nervous?” Alder asks, leanin’ toward me.
“Who? Me? Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” I rapid fire at them, pretty much confirmin’ their suspicions with each squeaky question.
Why do I suck so bad at lyin’?
My mama always said I lie so bad I couldn’t get wood to believe it could burn. I guess she was right.
“What are you hiding, Peaches?” Flint asks, a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Hidin’? Why would I be hidin’ anythin’?”
Seriously, Medley, stop answerin’ a question with more questions.
The room goes quiet. I swear, I can hear myself sweatin’.
I peek a look at the two of them, but they’re lookin’ at each other as if they’re havin’ some silent conversation.
“Have you by chance...participated in any human orgies?” Alder asks me smoothly, but I don’t miss the curiosity in his eyes.
“What? No. I don’t even know if that’s a common thing here. Definitely not in Sweetgreen, anyway. Maybe in Colletville,” I tell them, tryin’ and failin’ to relax.
Flint and Alder share another look, and I can see that they’re workin’ to piece together what I’m bein’ so cagey about.
They both seem lost in thought for a moment, and then Flint’s eyes light up. “Have you been shared before?” he asks out of the blue, and I can’t help but sorta stop breathin’ for a second. How the hell did he guess that? He blanches at the look on my face. “Wait. You have?” he asks me, a little shocked.
“Fine,” I relent. If they really wanna go there, who am I to get in the way? “I’ve had a couple threesomes in college. Two guy friends were into it—sharin’, I mean,” I blurt awkwardly. “Not that