I rolled my eyes again, almost losing them in my skull. "No, you horny hound dog, just letting me know you were "intimate' with one of them would have sufficed."

"And how should I have started that conversation?" he snorted. "Good morning, Brinley, I fucked someone yesterday. How was your night?"

He had a point.

"I...I don't know," I growled and shook my head.

His eyes softened. "You are adorable; truly, I love your innocence."

I glowed a tiny bit under his praise, but I wasn't going to give ...