“What?”
“Katy, it’s not a feeling you can second-guess,” he says, leaning back slightly with his arms crossed, the picture of exasperation. “If it happens, you’ll know. So if you can’t tell whether it happened, then it didn’t. Seriously, how do you know everything in those textbooks you haul around but have no clue about s*x?”
I bite my lips, a fresh wave of shame washing over me. Added to the ever-growing list of embarrassing things Braydon Cooper knows about me: I’ve never come. Never. Not even after two boyfriends. Can someone just, literally anyone, shoot me already?
He leans closer, and I almost flinch, my body reacting before my brain catches up. “Does he pay any interest to what you like?”
“Like? As in…”
“Yeah, Peach.” He snaps, like I’m taking forever to catch up. “Does he pay
