"I want to have sex."
I blinked several times, my brain struggling to process what she'd just said. The sounds of the movie—explosions and heroic music—seemed to fade into background noise as her words echoed in my head. My mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
"You... you want to have sex?" I finally managed to ask.
She nodded, her expression serious. There was no hint of her usual teasing smile, no sign that this was another one of her jokes at my expense.
"I see..." I replied, feeling my heartbeat thundering in my chest like a drum. I forced myself to take a slow breath, trying to think clearly despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through my system. She'd just said she wanted to have sex, but I couldn't afford to jump to conclusions—not when Sydney had a history of teasing me.
"So what do you think?" She asked.
