Nerthus
“You don’t?”
“Yeah,” he leans his head back, turning it to look at me. “I’m not good in bed.”
He moves a bit closer to me, lowering his voice as he says, “I’m superb.”
I laugh out loud, and I can’t remember when I genuinely felt like doing it.
“Oh! Superb! Really?” I ask teasingly, making him answer with a chuckle.
“Yeah, ask Renée.”
“Oh, my God.” I laugh again while he smirks at me.
“Or Rachel.” He takes another sip out of his glass, and I can’t believe that he is actually flirting with me.
“You can’t trust anybody nowadays.” I say, drinking through my straw.
“Is that so?”
I nod, taking another sip before poking my crushed ice again. “I mean, they could tell me anything, right?”
“Right.” He agrees with me, turning himself to me fully. “And what could we do about this?”
