Nina's POV

I should have gone to the kitchen with Michaelangelo.

Instead I went back to the sitting room and sat on the couch and stared at the wall and thought about Amy's mouth on my neck and the sound I had made that everyone in that room had heard and wanted to disappear into the floor.

I heard footsteps.

Amy came back into the sitting room and stopped when she saw me. We looked at each other for a second. Then she came and sat beside me on the couch.

Neither of us spoke.

"So," I said finally.

"So?," Amy asked.

I looked at my hands. "Are you straight?"...