stopping the video. My face feels like it’s on fire. “That’s quite enough of that!”
Theo’s mouth pops open. “No, come on. I wanna listen. Don’t you wanna hear how it ends?” He reaches over and tries to take the phone from my hand, his eyes excited.
I shake my head and hold it out of reach. “No! Jeez, it’s over three hours long. It’s filled my whole phone memory. I’m deleting it. I don’t even want to know what we got up to; denial is a much better idea. What we don’t know won’t hurt us.”
He rolls his eyes. “Three hours? I’m not even gonna try to blag and say I can last that long. I got thirty, maybe thirty-five minutes of solid rutting at the most. Drunken fumbles … probably less than half that. Three hours? No way. We’d be dead.”
My body stiffens at his words, and I raise a disbelieving eyebrow. Thirty-five minutes. Is that a joke? I quickly filter through my sexual encounters with Lucas over the years. They’re all essentially the same—some foreplay, then seven or maybe eight minutes of actual screwing, if I was lucky. Thirty-five minutes? No way.
Theo presses a hand over his crotch and shifts uncomfortably. “I know I shouldn’t get turned on from watching us have a drunken hook-up, but damn, that looked hot. I wish I could remember it.”
He looks at me and grins, laughing as I slap his chest with the back of my hand. I don’t disagree with him though.
A sudden surge of panic grips me. “This had better not be uploaded anywhere!”
I quickly do a scan of my socials and his, but it appears this one was just for us. Thank God.
I breathe a sigh of relief and look over at Theo. His eyes twinkle as he looks at me over the rim of his coffee cup.
I gulp and know this needs fixing. We get on great, and I don’t want that to change because of a drunken mistake neither of us remembers. Well, sort of don’t remember … I get another micro flash of his mouth on my body, skin on skin, but I force it away.
“Listen, I don’t want to feel awkward about this now. The wedding is today. I don’t want to be walking on eggshells or feeling self-conscious about this the whole time. Neither of us remembers it, so I think we should pretend it never happened and move on.” I purse my lips and wait to see how he feels.
He nods in agreement. “Okay. We’re both adults. We can agree not to let this get weird.”
“Great.” I grin and reach for my coffee, taking a big gulp. The pills are kicking in now. I already feel a tad more human.
I turn my attention back to my phone, and just as my finger hovers over the delete button, Theo says, “Ah, come on, Luce. Before you delete it, can’t we hear how it ends? Please? Come on, you know you want to.” He nudges me in the ribs with his elbow, his bottom lip jutting out pleadingly as he bats his eyelashes. “Let’s play for it. I win, we skip to the end and listen before deleting. You win, we straight-up delete and never mention it again.” He holds out his fist on his palm, ready for another ridiculous round of Rock, Paper, Scissors.
A chuckle escapes my lips. “You do realise this isn’t how all adults make decisions or settle debates, right?”
He grins and waits, one eyebrow raised. Giving in, I put my coffee down and then match his gesture, and we thump our hands and throw our shapes.
“Yes!” He crows happily as he defeats my scissors with his rock.
I groan and roll my eyes. Though I must admit, I’m more than a little curious myself. I pass him my phone and gulp the last of my coffee as he slides his finger across the screen to skip to the last five minutes. I hold my breath, strangely excited. It feels naughty, and I kind of like it.
When he presses play, soft snoring emanates from the phone.
“Oh, what an ending!” I burst out laughing, shaking my head, deciding a nice, hot shower is in order. I can’t keep the smile from my face.
fourteen
Theo
While Lucie busies herself in the bathroom, I turn my attention back to the video. I’m not ready to admit defeat. I need to hear it. Does that make me a pervert? Probably. But it’s not like I’m watching someone else … I