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tasted rubber in the back of her mouth. A white flash ignited before her eyes, setting off brightly colored fireworks. Somewhere, a man patted her hip and told her she was beautiful.
    Dylan’s voice pulled her back into the present. “I don’t want to shock you.”
    How sweet . “Go ahead, if you want. Sadie keeps me informed.” Mostly because they swam in the same murky waters—Sadie merely chased her cravings with abandon, while Hazel embraced celibacy. Neither of them needed Dylan protecting their virgin ears.
    To his credit, he didn’t waste time hemming and hawing. “To put it delicately, I’m always wary of taking a new partner. I’m never entirely sure they know what they’re getting into. Your friend wouldn’t be the first submissive I’ve had who panicked after a session.”
    And, just like that, Hazel’s ears were ringing, submissive ricocheting like a stray bullet in the hollow recesses of her skull. “What about during ?”
    “That, too.” Dylan tipped forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry. If this is making you uncomfortable—”
    “It’s not,” Hazel lied, as abrupt as a bee sting.
    “You look like you’re about to break that glass.”
    Hazel glanced down at her hands. Her knuckles had indeed gone white with tension. She hadn’t even noticed.
    She hurried to release it, gin and iced tea sloshing against the sides of the glass as Hazel set it on the coffee table. “I should check on dinner.”
    Providentially, Dylan didn’t give chase. He was still seated, still staring contemplatively into his glass when Hazel returned with two plated slices of gooey cheese casserole.
    “Oh, that smells good ,” he purred.
    “Careful, it’s hot.”
    “Words to live by,” Dylan quipped. They didn’t stop him trying a forkful of still steaming casserole, then dousing his scalded tongue in spiked iced tea.
    Hazel couldn’t help a chuckle. “I did warn you…”
    “Yeah, but the forbidden is always more attractive. It’s Biblical.”
    “Not sure that was the point of that particular story, but I won’t debate you. My Sunday school days are long behind me.”
    “That’s still more than I know.” Dylan grinned and tapped his chest. “Jewish, I’m afraid.”
    Sadie’s aunts wouldn’t have thought much of that. By that same token, neither would Hazel’s mother.
    “I’m guessing not Orthodox…”
    “What gave it away? The eyes or—”
    “The string of ex-girlfriends you like to tie up and torture with a feather,” Hazel deadpanned, before blowing lightly on a forkful of casserole.
    Dylan gaped. “Now that’s just deliberately misrepresenting reality.”
    “No feathers?”
    “No ex-girlfriends.”
    “Why?” It wasn’t an absurd question. As far as Hazel could tell, Dylan was funny and charming, he drove a nice car and he had a well-paying job. The roommate thing was obviously a sticking point, but women would put up with a lot more for a boyfriend who treated them well.
    Hazel wasn’t sure if she counted herself among them, ancient history notwithstanding.
    She watched Dylan’s expression shift as though he was picking his way through several possible answers. In the end, he settled on a shrug. “I’m not really looking for a partner.”
    “But you’ll toss and turn all night long for a stranger you happen to sleep with?”
    She couldn’t say why she felt compelled to needle him. She just did.
    “That’s half of the reason why I usually don’t sleep with strangers,” Dylan retorted.
    “What’s the other half?”
    It was Dylan’s turn to deadpan. “I’m sleeping with my roommate.”
    Hazel opened her mouth, realized she had nothing to say and closed it again. Her gin-soaked brain took a moment to process his reply. Dylan’s ‘it’s complicated’ romantic entanglements were shaping up to sound like something out of Days of Our Lives.
    “So you’re…”
    “Bisexual,” Dylan finished for her. “And sort of involved with