Page 118 of CowSex

“Yeah, gathered that when I met Gracie’s friend Vance.”

“You met Vance? He’s such a joy.”

I chew on my bottom lip as Koa takes the makeup wipe from my hand and places it on the chest of drawers beside the bed. He then moves the phone from my chest and places it next to the wipe.

I’m lying flat on my back, my legs hanging off the bed as I look up at him. His eyes roam my body, and I fight not to squirm under his perusal. I contain it on the outside at least, on the inside, not so much. My heart is beating at a rapid pace, my stomach is on a spin wash, and if I tense my pelvic floor any tighter, I’ll probably be able to cough it up.

“I met him. Once,” Koa tells Kod as he leans in and pulls off my UGGs and socks. He then hooks his fingers into my lounge pants and knickers, manoeuvring them down my hips and legs, removing them entirely in one fell swoop, leaving me naked from the waist down.

“Gracie hasn’t needed him since she arrived here, though.”

“Fucking hell. Lucky bitch. Nice to know at least one of us is being taken care of.”

“Oh, I’m taking care of her, don’t you worry yourself about that.”

“Okay, you’re gonna make me pregnant if this convo continues. I’m gonna go now, cold shower time for me. Gracie, you enjoy your—oh, I forgot to tell you. Ryan and I decided to give you a ship name.”

“Ship name?” Koa questions while taking in the view of my half-naked body. I’m not sure if he’s talking to me, Kod, or himself.

“Relationship name,” Kod and I replied together.

“You know,” Kod continues, “Like BrAngelina, or KimYe.”

“Divorced?”

“No.” Kod laughs as I smile because we’re totally confusing him. “Anyway, don’t worry. Gracie’ll explain it later. But yeah, we decided that seeing as you’re a cowboy—”

“I’m really not,” Koa interrupts her.

“Yeah well, for the benefit of this, and for the sake of my most recent fantasies, you are. So, work with me here, okay? Anyway, you’re a cowboy, and Gracie’s an Essex girl, and ta-da, we came up with CowSex. Wha’d’ya reckon?”

Koa looks horrified. “CowSex?” We question in unison.

“Yeah, CowSex. Genius. Gotta tell ya, me and Ry have laughed for the past two days about it. You wanna see the gifs that come up when you put the word into your phone—”

“Okay, that’s about the worst ship name I’ve ever heard, so I’m gonna go now and give you time to come up with something better, like GraKo, or something. Anything other than CowSex.”

“GraKo? What even is that? Sounds like a character fromGame of Thrones, in fact, I’m sure that it is.”

“Which one?”

“A dead one probably. Spoiler Alert, They all die in that show.”

“End the call,” I say to Koa quietly. “Gotta go, Kod, chat later. Love you. Byeeee,” I call out.

Koa swipes to end the call. His eyes landing instantly back on me.

Being female, my first instinct is to cross my legs and hide myself. I worry whether my legs and thighs look fat squashed against the bed, and I’m all sorts of paranoid that I’ve not showered since this morning.

“CowSex?” His eyebrows lift in question.

“Nawwww. It’s kinda cute,” I tell him as he does that thing with his T-shirt that I like and pulls it over his head and off.

“It’s not. There’s nothing cute about cows and fucking.”

“Well, there’s calves,” I offer.

“Calves?”