didn’t—she couldn’t get pregnant for months anyway. She’d just gotten her regular birth control shot a couple of weeks ago.
“You’d be surprised.” Reagan sat on the sofa arm again, looking slightly less irrational.
“I wanted to have sex with him because he wanted to have sex with me. And, well, he’s incredibly attractive. If I hadn’t been a virgin, no one would have thought twice about it.”
Reagan snorted. “Including him. You do know he’s a total player, right?”
Toni didn’t know. She didn’t know much about him that couldn’t be read on Wikipedia. “I guess.”
“He’s been acting odd too, though. I thought maybe he was still trying to get into your panties and that was why he was so attentive and distracted, but if he’s already been in them, maybe he likes you.”
Toni’s heart thudded in her chest. “Do you think so?”
Reagan’s eyebrows lifted. “I don’t want to get your hopes up too high, honey. I remember the guy who took my virginity. When he dumped me, I thought I’d die. Broke my heart into a million little pieces.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“That was years ago.” Reagan shrugged. “I got over him soon enough.”
Toni didn’t want to think about getting over Logan. She prayed it never came to that.
“So is he good in bed?” Reagan asked.
Toni paused. Should she tell Reagan the details? Did it go against some code of bedroom ethics she was unaware of?
“I think so,” Toni said hesitantly. “I don’t really have anything to compare to.”
“Does he make sure you come first?”
Toni’s face flamed and she nodded. “He did both times.”
“Then he’s ahead of most of the pack. Don’t let him get away with mediocrity just because he’s your first and he knows you’ve never had better. If you’re not sure about the girl side of things, you can ask me. I have plenty of experience.” Reagan laughed. “I probably shouldn’t be telling a journalist that.”
Toni bit her lip. She didn’t want Reagan to feel that she had to watch what she said around her. She’d really like a female friend to talk to about such things. The only person her own age that she hung around with was Julian, and he was a guy. A gay guy, true, but still a guy.
“Things like that won’t be in the book,” Toni promised. “It will mostly be about the music and hobbies and stuff like that.”
Reagan chuckled. “But sex is my hobby now that the guitar-playing hobby is my actual job.”
“So is Trey good in bed?” Toni did want to know the answer to the question, but she was mortified that she’d actually asked.
“The best,” Reagan said with a breathy sigh. “He’s a pleasure seeker who gives back more than he takes. What could possibly be better?”
“I’m not sure. I do like it when Logan gets so worked up by me that he can’t keep his hands to himself.”
“You definitely have the guy out of his head.”
“So is that why you think he might like me?”
Reagan stared at her for a long moment. Toni guessed she didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. There was no way in hell that Toni would ever mean more to Logan than a temporary plaything. She might as well face facts.
“He definitely lusts you,” Reagan finally said, and then she shook her head. “I’ve only known him for a short time, so I can’t be sure, but usually when he gets what he wants—”
“Sex?”
“Yeah. As soon as he gets laid, he’s no longer interested. But he seems to still be interested in you.” Reagan reached over and patted her knee.
“And how do I keep him interested?” She’d never had a man interested in her before, so had no idea how to proceed.
Reagan laughed. “Whatever you’re currently doing seems to be working.”
“I asked him to teach me how to do sexual things. He seemed interested in that.” But she wasn’t sure that was all she wanted him to be interested in.
“Of course he’s interested in that.” Reagan set her guitar aside, laced her fingers together, and set her elbows on her knees, looking like she planned on sitting there talking to Toni for hours. “I miss talking to my girlfriends back home,” Reagan said. “I love the guys in the band, but they don’t talk about this kind of stuff with me.”
“It would probably give them perpetual boners.”
“Or embarrass them. Or gross them out. They think of me as their kid sister.”
Toni highly doubted that any man could think of Reagan as