You don’t want to be disrespectful to your friend, but as host she sets the boundaries, yes?’ Lin glanced at the ceiling. She smiled. ‘If she can have sex upstairs and her brother can watch porn all night, why can’t we do what we came to do?’ ‘Doesn’t it feel icky to you?’ ‘No.’ ‘We don’t even have a bed.’ Lin shrugged. ‘Beds are personal. Even our homes are too personal for what we’re planning. Neutral space is good. Less conflict, yes?’ ‘She has a point, love.’ Carol opened her mouth. Closed it. By the time she looked out from beneath her hands, Lin had moved close enough to touch. She quickly put her hands in her lap, trying, without success, to close her senses to that faint scent of vanilla and jasmine. ‘Carol, I’ve never done this either. But Fetlife is for trying new things. I want to try. Or else I wouldn’t have met with you.’ ‘I know.’ ‘Then what’s wrong?’ Carol looked at Niall, rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, and clenched her fingers in her lap.
