the point. Honestly, she was surprised that hadn’t been the first question out of her mouth. “We aren’t married yet,” she said, desperately not wanting to have this conversation anymore.
“You know exactly what I mean, Roxy Weaver. Don’t you beat around the bush with me.”
“Ugh. Yes, okay? Yes. We had sex.” Roxy just knew her face was bright red, and she was so glad for the interruption of the waitress who brought over their food. The last thing she wanted to do was go into detail about that night, but with the way Sam was looking at her over her burger and fries, she knew that she wasn’t going to get off that easily.
“And?” she asked as soon as they were alone again.
“And what?”
Samantha scowled at her. “I’m not playing this game with you.”
“Oh yeah, because you have the right to be upset that I’m not spilling all the details of my private life to you,” Roxanne muttered.
“I’m your best friend, Roxy. Spilling the details of your private life is practically mandatory. So get to spilling, sister.”
There really was nothing for her to do but to spill. Samantha was like a dog with a bone when it came to information she wanted, and Roxanne knew she wouldn’t leave it alone until she talked. “Fine,” she huffed. “We...it was good, okay?” She lowered her voice, not wanting to be overheard. So far no one had come up to her all ‘Hey aren’t you…’, but she didn’t want to take chances either way.
“Just good?”
How she wished it had been just good. If it had been just good, then she could write this whole thing off and keep being angry about it. She could say that there was not one good thing about this union and be bitter and justified about it. Even Samantha, who was romanticizing this a ridiculous amount, would leave it alone and feel for her if she said that the sex was underwhelming in addition to everything else.
But that would just be such a lie, and Roxy tried to make it a habit not to lie to the people she cared about.
So she sighed and rubbed at her forehead before shoving an onion ring in her mouth. “No, not just good. It was. He’s amazing in bed, okay? Literally amazing. I came twice, but I was so worn out afterwards that I passed out and didn’t wake up until morning. He’s hung like a porn star and knows what to do with it. Is that what you want to hear?”
Samantha’s eyes were wide as she took that in. “That’s not what I was expecting to hear. I thought maybe their kind would be selfish in bed. You know, be focused on their own pleasure.”
“Nope,” Roxy said, popping the last part of the word. “Not even a little bit. The first thing he did when we got in bed was go down on me.”
“Holy crap.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe he’s not such a jerk then?”
Roxy shook her head. “No, I don’t think he did it because he wanted to give me pleasure or anything like that. I think he just...wanted to do it.”
“Being selfish by going down on you,” Sam mused. “Well, I still don’t think that’s anything to complain about. At least there’s something you two can use to bridge the gap between you. Just bust out your wicked sex moves and make him respect you that way.”
Roxanne wanted to tell her friend that her idea was ridiculous and that sex certainly wouldn’t make Aedian stop looking at her like she was some kind of weak, useless thing, but she didn’t want to be hasty. Maybe there was something to that, after all. Calphesians were all about the physical, after all, and sex was one of the most physical things two people could do with each other.
She ate the rest of her food with a thoughtful expression on her face.
The thought was in her mind all the way back to the compound, and she parked her car and made her way back to Aedian’s rooms ( their rooms, she had to keep reminding herself with distaste), arms full of the boxes she’d brought back with her. When she’d first started moving things, Calphesians had
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