“Whatever,” I tell them with a dismissive wave and a shake of my head. Just before I start to laugh.

My mind immediately drifts to last Saturday night. Isaac kisses like a master—he does a lot of things very, very well. He’s skilled with his lips and tongue. And those wandering hands. The low moans he makes and how he knows just where to touch me is sexy too.

Everything about him is sexy.

“I’m guessing having sex with Isaac wiped you-know-who permanently from your brain, once and for all,” Stella says. “I think he imprinted on you.”

“What in the world are you talking about?” I reach for a slice of prosciutto and pop it in my mouth. I’m suddenly starving. Maybe it’s all this sex talk.

Sex talk about me, which I’m totally not used to.

“When you have sex with someone, they can actually imprint on you. Like, the sex is so good, you can’t think of anything or anyone else. Only him. Or her. Whatever.” Stella waves a dismissive hand. “From the look on your face, I have a feeling Isaac imprinted on you.”

“I’m not complaining,” I tell them, making them laugh.

“You sure this guy isn’t a rebound?” Sarah asks. “I can tell you really like him, but…”

“It’s definitely more than that,” I say firmly.

“That’s so great,” Sarah says, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. “You look so happy.”

“Look, I have to ask a question,” Stella says, her gaze on me.

“What is it?”

“Is he better than Joe?”

“Better than Joe…what?” I ask, playing dumb. I know what she’s trying to get out of me.

“In bed,” Stella says. “Is he better at it? Bigger dick? More orgasms?”

Candice makes a strangled noise. Eleanor laughs so hard she snorts. Caroline can only shake her head while Kelsey and Sarah giggle nervously.

I think of the last time Joe and I had sex, which was hardly memorable. I know it was right before the toothpaste incident. He got mad at me for something else, I can’t even remember what, and we argued. Nothing major, but just enough to kick the passion up between us and send us both lunging for each other. It all happened so fast, and he only cared about his orgasm by that point, so I was left unsatisfied.

I had been for a while.

Making a face, I push the thought of having sex with Joe completely out of my head. Once and for all.

“He’s definitely better than Joe,” I admit. “More orgasms for sure. And regarding his size—let’s just say it’s more than satisfactory.”

That sends them all into a tizzy again. They’re so ridiculous.

I wouldn’t trade these women as my friends for the world.

“But I don’t want to rush things,” I tell them quickly. “I should take it slow.”

“Why? Rushing things can be really fun,” Eleanor says.

“It really can,” Candice confirms. Now that I think about it, her relationship with Charlie moved at a pretty fast clip. They only met a year ago.