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Theo understood. With one hand in my hair, she trailed the other down between my legs.

I wiggled desperately against her. When the tips of her fingers finally found my clit, I had to hold myself back from crying out all over again.

Every touch made my body flinch with an overwhelming rush of pleasure, but I didn’t want her to stop .

She kept her touch feather-soft, sliding her finger up and down my clit at first until I became less sensitive.

I tried not to think too much about the fact that it was obvious she was good in bed— really good in bed.

Like, good enough that I could only assume she was used to working girls up to an orgasm, letting them come down, and then working them right back up.

It was practically an art form, the way she was doing it.

Then again—I was here and they weren’t. And if anything, I was grateful that she’d learned everything that she had, even if it had to be practiced on other women.

By the time Theo was putting pressure against my entrance, teasing to go inside of me, I was so wet I couldn’t even believe it’d all come from my body. No lube, no extra spit, required.

Propped up on one elbow, she looked down at me. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice. She had to know that it was more than okay. I was practically crawling out of my skin for her.

“Fuck me,” I said, not taking my eyes off of her.

She flashed her famous crooked smile. “Needy girl.”

“ Theo ,” I pleaded, moving my hips and rocking against her hand.

She then slipped a finger inside. The sensation of her so suddenly deep inside me caught me off guard. I gasped, clinging to her. And then my body caught up to what was going on. I felt a warm rush between my legs.

“Oh my god ,” I moaned, throwing my head back.

I tried to keep my eyes on Theo, but I couldn’t.

They closed of their own volition and stayed closed as my body was taken over by wave after wave of need and want and desire.

Every nerve in my body was going haywire as Theo pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of me.

She worked her way up to two fingers, effortlessly gliding into me.

The orgasms came quickly one after another.

I didn’t even think it was real or possible to experience sex like this.

I was no stranger to a vibrator, but Theo was offering me a totally new form of pleasure.

This was the kind of sex that people got hooked on, the kind of sex that made people want to quit their jobs and skip class and not leave their bed for days at a time, even for food or water.

I managed to force my eyes open for a second and looked at Theo, her hair falling over her shoulders as she thrusted her fingers into me.

She was perfect. Her muscles were flexed from holding herself up, and her fingers were long and moved with expert precision.

I didn’t even know how many orgasms I’d made it up to by the time she curled her fingers up and went for my g-spot.

By then, I was seeing stars all over again and was left totally breathless.

My legs shook uncontrollably, and my brain went completely and entirely empty.

Every part of me was ultra-focused on Theo, unable to think about anything else or feel anything else.

All I wanted was her—and the next orgasm she was going to give me.

She built the next one up slowly, inching me closer and closer to the edge.

She kept her fingers curled, touching something new that I wasn’t sure anyone had ever found in me before.

It felt different from the other orgasms she’d already given me, accessing a different set of nerves and giving me a completely different response.

When the orgasm finally started to crest, I bit my lip and pulled on Theo’s shirt. “Oh,” I breathed out.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Theo whispered, gently kissing my temple. “Let me feel it.”

I whined and moaned and silently begged until finally, I couldn’t even produce a sound anymore. When the orgasm finally crashed through my body, it felt like I’d entered a completely different level of being.

My chest rose and fell like I’d just done the most intensive workout of my entire life. I pulled Theo back down toward me, and she pulled me into her arms. It was the safest, most comfortable place in the world.

“How was that?” Theo asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I curled up on her chest, wrapping my arms around her torso. I wanted to sleep in her arms and then never get up. I felt sorry for the version of myself before who had written off athletes and muscles; no one had ever held me like this before. I had to take a moment to catch my breath.

“That was…” I tried to think of something, but couldn’t. A laugh bubbled out of me, and I put my fingers to my mouth to try and quell it. The post-orgasm flush kicked in, and I felt the need to giggle and yell out from the rooftops that I just got laid.

Now that I’d experienced it, I knew with certainty that sex with Theo was so good that it made up for years of bad one-night stands and nights spent alone. It’d all felt worth it to get me here.

“Hopefully good,” Theo said.

“Amazing,” I said, honestly. “Perfect.”

“Did you want anything else?”

“I think I’d exit this plane of existence if you touched me again,” I said. “My body can’t handle another round.”

Theo snorted. “You’re weirder than you let on.”

I laughed and then got a little embarrassed.

Theo was right—I had the easygoing persona down for parties and meeting new people.

I knew how to be just the right amount of interested and almost neutral to blend in and be agreeable.

I had what felt like a million friends on rotation, all of whom I knew and liked and knew and liked me, but I didn’t know much more than that.

I’d never been opposed to having casual friends; I just didn’t speak to them as much as I spoke to someone like Iris.

It was rare for me to let the mask slip and become a real person instead of a miniature version of my social butterfly, perfectly manicured mother.

But it felt impossible to keep my true self hidden with Theo so charming and kind and safe .

I trusted that I could talk to her as an actual person with real feelings and emotions—someone who would break out during her periods, who got frustrated and angry and impatient, who wasn’t all chugging drinks at parties and dancing on tables—and I wanted to talk to her like an actual person.

I wanted her to really like me , as a whole person .

“As long as you still find me sexy,” I teased, playing off my embarrassment over being so vulnerable with her.

“I couldn’t imagine a universe where I wouldn’t find you sexy,” Theo said, brushing a piece of hair from my face.

I kissed her neck, our bodies molded together. I’d never liked lying like this before, all wrapped up in someone else, but it was the only thing I wanted right now. I didn’t feel a single ounce of desire to leave, which was the most shocking thing of all.

“Did you want anything?” I asked. Theo had taken charge in a way that made me want to lie back and see what she had to offer. But now, I wouldn’t mind reversing the roles. I needed to see Theo—my focused, driven, hyper-serious basketball star—unravel, just for a second.

“I’m good for tonight,” Theo said. When she glanced over at me, she could read off of my expression what it was that I didn’t want to say out loud. “Nothing to do with you, I promise. I’m more of a giver than a receiver.”

“Stone top?” I asked, not minding if that was the case. I’d never been in the position before of a partner who doesn’t want to be touched at all, but I could adapt.

“Not completely stone,” she said. “But I’ve always preferred to be the one in charge. It’s more important to me that you have a great time.”

“Do you have, like, a ratio?”

“A ratio?”

“You know, of giving to receiving. ”

“Oh.” Theo looked across the room for a second as she thought it over.

“No one’s ever asked me that before. I guess maybe seventy to thirty?

It could change in either direction, though.

” She looked down at me for a second and then looked away again.

“If I’m being honest, I haven’t…been around that much.

Basketball has always been the first and only love.

Makes getting motivated to get out there kind of difficult. ”

I smiled a little bit, sitting up. I rested my hand on her chest, and my brown hair fell over my right shoulder. “You mean to tell me that Theo McCall, basketball extraordinaire, isn’t some kind of playboy?”

She laughed. “No, not even a little bit. Not like you, at least.”

“Hey!” I said, laughing.

“But yeah, I don’t know. It’s never been a priority. I’ve only ever had things here and there. Nothing serious or worth noting. And always during the offseason. I’d never wanted to risk my game by getting into something while I’m playing.” I smirked. “Until me.”

Theo pulled me back toward her playfully. Her cheeks were newly flushed pink, definitely related more to embarrassment than to sex, based on her bashful expression. “Yeah, until you. Whatever.”

Suddenly, my years of feeling shy and weird about feelings seemed to melt away. I’d spent so long scared of conversations that suggested anything remotely serious. I hated the thought of being the one or having someone I thought of as the one . The permanency had always scared the shit out of me .

But Theo didn’t make any of it feel scary. She didn’t say it like a proclamation or like it was going to completely flip my life upside down. She wasn’t putting me in a cage, wasn’t making me feel like a trapped bird. I just felt…happy. Normal.

I felt like a girl whose crush liked me back.

Theo traced her hand over my bare back. “So, when you said that you didn’t date the first time we met…what exactly did that mean?”