HARRY STYLES
"Wait, okay, tell me about any sexual fantasies you have," Lana says, and I start laughing because we weren't even remotely on that subject. Right before she said that, we were talking about how mushrooms are the only things she absolutely refuses to eat. I plan to change that.
"How did we get from mushrooms to sexual fantasies?"
"Because!" She giggles. "I'll never eat mushrooms, which reminded me of the question as to whether or not there's any sexual stuff you wouldn't do, which reminded me of sexual fantasies."
"Oh, of course, makes sense," I flip the smash burger on the stove. She was craving one after Jackie sent her a picture of her eating In-N-Out all the way from Los Angeles. "I've never really thought about if I have any sexual fantasies, to be honest with you."
"Really?" She raises her brows. "What about sex in the restaurant's kitchen?"
"Nope," I laugh. "I'm afraid I'm a bit too professional for that."
"Lame," she pouts. "Okay, well, there has to be something. Just think of a scenario that would really turn you on."
The truth is, as I consider the question, Lana turns me on all by herself. I want her when she's wearing jeans and a top like she is now or when she's in matching underwear that she bought exclusively for me. Allison didn't have any kind of kinks and we never really got all the creative in the bedroom so I've never thought about it.
"Maybe I'm just vanilla," I confess.
"Well, you like it rough sometimes," she says. "I've noticed that."
"Do I?" I frown in thought, genuinely unsure.
"Yeah, like when you grab my hair and pull my head back," she stands from the table to get a can of Coke from the refrigerator. "I love that."
My stomach sinks on impact as I imagine myself doing that to her. "Good to know."
"Do you think you'd be into choking?" She snaps the tab on the soda to open it. "Choking me, I mean."
"I think the question is would you be into it," I retort. "It wouldn't matter if I'm into it if you're not."
"I would definitely be into it," she smiles as I plate the burgers on brioche buns. "I've always wanted to try it but I've never been with a guy I trust or like enough to bring it up."
"What else?" I top the burgers with cheese and a scoop of grilled onions mixed with In-N-Out-style "spread".
"Um..." she pours me a glass of ice water to place on the table. "I've always been intrigued by handcuffs and using toys on each other, but I'm not into anything too crazy, I don't think. Like, one time Maya was sleeping with this guy and their whole thing was roleplay. They went through every scenario imaginable and she said it was so fun, but the idea of acting like that makes me cringe. She's sexier than me, though, so I think that's why she can pull it off."
"She's not sexier than you," I argue. "Zayn might have a different opinion, but."
"Oh my God, wait, we haven't talked about how they're dating now," she smiles as I add a handful of skinny salted fries to both plates. "We should go on a late-night double date soon."
"We should," I sit down with her. "Zayn likes her a lot."
She coos as she bites into her burger. "Does he?"
I nod and try my burger next, and she beats me to it as she scoots out of her chair to get us a couple of napkins. "He told me that he was just attracted to her at the start and anticipated it being a physical thing, but he likes her attitude and he thinks she's funny."
