“The double date thing again?” I groan.
“No, later. After that.”
I frown. That had been the end of our conversation, and we had gone to our separate bedrooms for the rest of the night.
Oh, yeah. The dream. My cheeks grow warm, and I avert my gaze.
“Look at that blush!” Bay squeals.
Oh no! Did she hear me? Did I talk in my sleep? I didn’t think I was loud when I pleasured myself, but from the way she’s acting, she knows all about it.
“Which guy did you dream about?” Bay asks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say stiffly.
“That’s pretty damn close to a lie, isn’t it?” Bay eyes me curiously. “You’re really embarrassed about it. So what if you had a dream that made you hot and heavy for one of them? Why can’t a girl have a little ‘me time?’”
“Ah…”
“That wasn’t the first time you fingered yourself, was it?”
“Bay, that’s personal. Seriously crossing a line. You don’t need to know—”
“Hey. You don’t need to put on airs and be a stick in the mud. It’s safe and even healthy for you to do that, for you to understand your body. How can you expect to have sex with someone else and have it feel good if you’re too embarrassed and ashamed to know what you like and what you don’t like? I just want to make sure that if you do have sex with one of them, that you don’t get hurt and that you enjoy it. And that you don’t regret it. Sex isn’t shameful.”
“I don’t think sex is shameful.” I start out loud and then get soft. Unable to help being embarrassed, I glance around to make sure no one is nearby. “I… No, it wasn’t the first time I fingered myself, and to answer your question, I actually dreamed about them both.”
Bay claps her hands together, her eyes wide. “Oh, that’s rich! Would you consider seeing if you could be with both guys?”
“What? No. No way. Bay, that’s… that’s too much.”
My twin just laughs and laughs, and I swear I’m going to start to resent her for acting like this.
When she finally recovers, she throws an arm around my shoulders. “Rosemary, honey, I just meant for you to date them both at the same time. Not be exclusive. That’s all. I didn’t mean for you to invite them into your bed at the same time, but that would be something now, wouldn’t it?”
“You’re insane,” I inform her.
“Think about it. You could have a cock for—”
“Bay, seriously. Stop.”
She sighs. “Stick in the mud,” she teases. “Or is it wing in the mud?” She taps a finger against her cheek.
“How would Zoth feel if you wanted to ask another guy into your bed?” I retort.
Bay shrugs. “Honestly, he probably wouldn’t mind.”
“What if he asks about another girl joining in?”
She wrinkles her nose. “No, that I wouldn’t prefer.”
We’re both quiet a moment.
“Would you really have sex with two guys at once?” I ask her.
“Maybe. Is that so wrong?”
“We’re really different, aren’t we?” I mumble.
“You aren’t judging me? We’re only talking hypotheticals, and honestly, if I did, I would have to care about both guys. I wouldn’t do something like that with just anyone. I do have some standards, you know.”
“No, I’m not judging, but don’t judge me either because the idea of that gives me hives.”
“No! You’re right. We are different, but that’s the way it should be. You’re your own fairy, and so am I. We’re twin, but we aren’t the same fairy.”
“Good. I just…”
“You can’t stop thinking about them both at once now, can you?” She giggles.
“It won’t ever happen! But, yes, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You’re acting like the thought gives you the creeps.”
“It’s just… It’s not what I want.”
“You know what you don’t want, but you don’t know what you do want.”
“Basically. I have this. I feel like I’m toying with them.”
"How? Neither has asked you out."
“I know, but that might be because they don’t know what I’ll say if they did.”
“And isn’t that a good thing? It shows that they both care, but they don’t want to push you.”
“Yes, true.” I bite my lower lip.
“You don’t have to decide yet. The breeze a-blowin’, they haven’t forced you to decide yet, so clearly, you’ve got time yet to make a decision.”
“Yes, but eventually, they’ll get tired of waiting.”
“It might be best for you to decide before they reach that point.”
“I’m trying,” I protest as she resumes flying.
“Try harder!” she calls, and I zoom to catch up to her.
Chapter 5
Twenty minutes later, we arrive, and Bay starts to head toward the cottages and then draws up short when she realizes I’m hovering in place.
“What is it?”
“I need to go talk to the person in charge of scheduling so I can get rid of Mesmerization.”
“You really don’t want to take that course, huh?”
“I already told you that.”
“Yeah, I know, but don’t be surprised if they don’t let you out of it. They seem to think they know us and our abilities more than we do.”
I shrug and shake my head. “I don’t care if I have to beg. I am not taking that course.”
“Are you sure? You had to take that one course twice, right?”
“Yeah. The Magic of Music,” I mumble.
“Why was that again?”
I narrow my eyes. “I told you about this last year!”
“Just refresh my memory.” She waves her hand.
I sigh and rub the back of my neck. “Professor Fern thought that I could use my voice to use magic through it and… Yeah, okay, so it’s a little similar to Mesmerization, but I do not want to do it!”
“You do realize you might want to come up with a stronger reason than ‘I don’t want to,’ right?” she asks dryly.
I blow out a breath. “You’re right. Let’s see… I know!” I snap my fingers. “Thanks, Bay! I’m sure I’ll get out of it now!”
She just shakes her head, laughing to herself as I zoom toward
