Chapter 215: Hannah

“You want to know about my sex life?” Emma’s face flushed crimson, and she glanced down at her drink. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Come on, Em,” Viona urged, nudging her with her elbow. “We’re dying to know what it was like with your ex-husband.”

Emma scratched her head nervously. “I mean…”

“It had to have been awful. I mean, he was so much older than you,” Amber added, shaking her head. “And fat, and bald.”

“Amber!” Viona swatted at Amber’s arm.

Emma giggled at their teasing. “No, it’s true,” she said. “He had a big pot belly and was missing half his hair, but if I’m being honest… his body kind of turned me on.”

Our eyes widened. “Are you kidding?” Viona exclaimed. “His body turned you on?”

Emma nodded hastily. “I like older men who have a bit of weight on them. I don’t know why. I just… do. I always have.” She paused, sipping her drink. “He wasn’t even particularly… big down there, either. But he knew how to use it. And his fingers were wide.”

When Emma finished, her face was as red as a tomato. Viona, Amber, and I blinked at each other in surprise. The thought of Emma’s ex in bed wasn’t the most appealing image to me, but if Emma enjoyed it…

“Hey,” I said, raising my glass. “To each their own. Emma, I sincerely hope you find another fat, bald man to give you orgasms with his giant fingers.”

My friends giggled. Emma turned to me. “What about you, Hannah? What’s it like with Noah?”

“He’s so hot, the bastard,” Amber sighed dreamily.

Viona scoffed. “Too bad he’s such a jackass. Why is it always the hottest ones who are assholes?”

My cheeks flushed as all eyes turned to me. The club’s pulsing music faded as I struggled to find the right words. Even though I hadn’t been drinking, my head spun. “Oh, um…” I stammered, caught off guard. “I’m not sure if you guys would be interested. It’s not that exciting.”

“Come on, Hannah,” Emma urged, leaning closer. “We’ve all shared. Your turn! There have to be at least some juicy details.”

I took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. After all, these were my closest friends. If I couldn’t be truthful with them, who could I open up to? “Well, there was a time when we had an amazing sex life. When we were much younger, when we had just gotten married…”

“And?” Emma prompted, leaning her elbows on the table.

“And it was great. Really great,” I admitted, a small smile playing on my lips as I remembered those early days. “We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was passionate, exciting…”

“But?” Amber asked, clearly knowing there was more to the story.

I sighed, my smile fading. “But then… it changed. Gradually at first, but then more noticeably.”

“What happened?” Emma asked.

“It just… fizzled out,” I explained, struggling to find the right…