Glancing over to the clock that Colt had on his side table, I silently cursed. I had a class I needed to go to. Gently picking up Colt’s arm, I carefully slid out of bed so that I didn’t wake him up. I knew he didn’t have any classes until this afternoon.
Hustling, I slipped on Colt’s boxer briefs and his T-shirt and headed to my room. I was almost to my door when I heard Grace. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to emerge from the blissfulness of amazing hot sex. At least I’m going to guess it’s amazing hot sex with how messed up your hair is and the red chaffed skin on our face, and neck. Hmm . . . Colt does wear that five o’clock shadow well. In more than one way it seems.”
Turning, I leaned against my door and looked at Grace. My smile was so wide, my cheeks were beginning to hurt. “Oh, trust me. The sex . . . oh yeah. Hot. Amazing for sure. And I’m sure I’m chaffed in other areas as well.”
Grace closed her eyes and dropped her head back as she lifted her hands. “Thank you! Thank you for letting me rub off on at least one of them!”
Snickering, I pushed off the door and gave Grace a gently nudge. “Do you have a few minutes to talk? I really want to ask you something,” I asked her.
“Sure I do.”
Grace followed me into my bedroom and I shut the door after she walked in. Sitting on my bed, Grace looked at me. “What’s up?”
Chewing on my lip, I wasn’t sure how to ask this, but I knew I couldn’t ask Alex. It would be too weird. I could ask Libby, but she was so busy with the baby. Maegan never answered her text messages and Taylor . . . well Taylor was in her own world right now.”
“First off, stop gnawing on your bottom lip. You’re freaking me out. Come sit next to me and just tell me what’s on your mind.”
Dropping my hands to my side, I flopped onto the bed. I would most likely be late for my first class, but that was okay.
“Well . . . I want to . . . I really want to make Colt . . . Okay well, I’ve never done . . . you know . . . to a guy . . . and well.” Rolling my eyes, I let out a frustrated moan. “Colt is like the jelly to my donut and I just want to make him happy. I want to . . . well . . . I want to . . .”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Spit it the hell out, Lauren.”
“How do you give good blow jobs?”
Grace’s face fell. “Um . . . I don’t know if I should be offended or honored you wanted to talk to me about this.
Placing my hands over my mouth, I sucked in a breath. “You’ve never?”