A Thing

*Violet's POV*

When I get home from class, I find Stella lounging on her bed. She sits up and says, “So, did you have a good time last night?” While wiggling her eyebrows. 

I drop my bag on the ground and then sit on my bed facing her and say, “We didn’t do anything last night.”

“Seriously? You had a man that looks like that in your bed and you just slept?”

“I said nothing happened last night. You didn’t ask about this morning,” with a small smile.

She laughs and says, “Come on Vi, semantics! So, spill! What happened?”

I feel my cheeks flush. I’m really not used to discussing these kinds of things. Stella makes me feel more comfortable talking about it though. I think it’s because she is so...sexually liberated. “Nothing too, you know, over the top. Just hand stuff.”

“Ugh, I bet he’s great with his fingers.”

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