Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 85

By the time I walked her home, the night had already cloaked the sky in its inky embrace.

Worried that she might not take good care of herself these next few days, I decided to stay over at her place.

The next morning, over breakfast, Christine kept sneaking glances at me.

I couldn't help but laugh. "What's up?"

She hemmed and hawed, then straightened up, "Uh, about that night Bryant got, um, drugged, your phone suddenly died, and I never got the chance to ask you."

Confused, I asked, "Ask what?"

Leaning in, she flashed a mischievous smile, "Did you guys, you know, do it? With that kind of drug, it must have been quite the experience, huh?"

I was halfway through my pancakes when her question caught me off-guard, causing me to choke. I knew of her tendency to drop bombshells, but it still took me by surprise every time.

Coughing, I tried to regain my composure, "No, we didn't have sex."

She handed me a napkin, looking skeptical, "Really?"

"Of course, not. I'm in the first trimester of my pregnancy, how could we?"

I cleaned my mouth, tossing the question back at her nonchalantly.

Still, the memory of that night made my cheeks warm.

Christine grinned suggestively, "Well, if you really wanted to, there are plenty of ways."

I felt an inexplicable guilt.

"And how did he get over it? Don't tell me a cold shower actually works?"

Christine muttered to herself, then her gaze dropped to my hand, teasing, "Or did you, you know, lend him a... hand?"

Even though it was just the two of us, she lowered her voice, imbuing her words with a hint of scandal.

"Christine!"