Once she was finished, she climbed into bed, and turned over to stare at Chloe, whose eyes were closed.
“I slept with Drake.”
Chloe’s eyes opened. “Slept with or fucked?”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yep, to the club, slept with means no action actually happened. Fucked, action indeed happened.”
“You’ve spent too much time with that club.”
“In a way, they’re my family. So you slept with or fucked Drake?”
“I fucked Drake, or he fucked me—there was fucking involved.”
Chloe giggled. “I think it’s sweet when you do shit like that. Say the same word over and over, trying to justify it.”
“I’m not trying to justify it. I don’t know what I’m trying to do.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Chloe asked.
“Yes, I did. I loved it.”
“You were at the clubhouse?”
“No. We, erm, we did it outside.” Grace covered her face. “I sound like a slut.”
“I’ve done it outside.”
“Not a slut then?”
Chloe started laughing. “You really need to stop worrying about what people think. Did you enjoy it?”
“I loved it.”
“Then what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve not got the faintest idea. I’m scared.”
“About what?”
“What if this changes us?”
“I doubt that.”
“How can you know?”
Chloe sighed. “You and Drake are the same people. Nothing has changed between you, not really.”
“I don’t know if we are.”
“Do you no longer want to hang out with him?” Chloe asked.
“I do.”
“Then what is the problem? You’ll just have a lot more to do other than dinner, running, the movies.”
“Do you really think it’s possible to have both? Friendship and sex?”