ALLISON'S POV
Demisexual? Did I hear that right, or am I already too drunk to be picking up words?
For a few seconds, I just stare at Justin, my brain lagging behind everything else. “Demisexual?”
He nods like it’s no big deal. “I’ll get more beer.”
He gets up and heads for the fridge, leaving me staring after him. My brain struggles to catch up, thoughts bumping into each other while the room keeps its slow, annoying spin.
Demisexual.
I’m pretty sure that means needing an emotional connection before s*x. At least, that’s what I remember. Which makes zero sense because since when is Justin that?
Forgive me for the stereotypes I have about athletes, but I’ve never met one who’s sexually reserved. Not once. Not the holy-looking ones, not the quiet ones who barely talk and pretend the
