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I asked. My voice cracked halfway through.
Hannah rolled off me and lay on her back, one hand stroking my chest, the other tucked behind her head. Through the wall, the shower shut off.
“I’ve thought about it,” she said. “Before Jess even moved in. When she was telling me about Callum, how she’d been crying in the loo at work, and I thought, God, someone should show that girl what she’s worth.” She turned her head. “And then I thought about you doing it. And then I thought about me watching. And then I had to go and have a very quiet wank in the sluice room.”
“Han.”
“I’m serious. I’m not talking about you sneaking off. I’m talking about all three of us. Her, if she wants it. Me in the room, in the bed, with my hands on both of you. Everyone saying yes out loud, nobody lying. Rules.” She counted on her fingers. “Jess says yes freely. I’m there. We stop the second anyone wants to. And afterwards we’re still us.”
She took my hand and slid it under her scrubs, into her knickers. She was drenched.
“Feel that? That’s me thinking about it. That’s all from my best friend’s tits.”
I almost came on the spot. Down the landing, a door opened and Jess’s bare feet padded towards the kitchen.
“So,” Hannah whispered, grinning. “Do we ask her tonight, together, or do you want to sound her out on your own?”