9

PAIGE

"Ten, and you?" Jo asks me.

"Twenty," I reply.

She raises her eyebrows and covers Owen's ears as he calmly watches the cartoons sitting on her lap.

"Is he that well-endowed or did he go hard against the sink?"

Remembering it sends shivers down my spine. My legs are still trembling. I raise two fingers from one hand, and she lets out a squeal that makes me laugh, and Owen laughs with us. I still ponder over it and close my eyes to make sure it happened; I hooked up with Ashton again.

"And... that's it? You didn't talk or...?"

"No, it was just sex."

And incredible sex, I must add. At least today, I'm glad to see that she didn't have such a bad time either. After she and Ian accompanied me to the car, it seems they had enough at the apartment he shares with Ashton's friends. She arrived an hour ago, and that was at eleven, by which time I had already gone to pick up Owen and settled down. Since then, she hasn't stopped asking questions and chattering. She spends the whole da