The Cherished Wife

Noelle pulled a wry smile. "I'm not nervous, just feeling a tad awkward!"

"What's the burning question everyone's dying to know?" Steven chimed in. "Sean, you're up!"

"Okay, here goes!" Sean clapped his hands together, touched his nose, and beamed innocently. "Where was your first time with Charles, and how long did it last?"

Noelle gasped, her smile turning strained.

It was not just Noelle. Everyone else sucked in a breath too, giving Sean looks that were part admiration, part 'good luck with that.' With a mischievous grin, Sean prodded, "Come on, Noelle, spill the beans!" "Um... I'll take a drink!" Noelle reached for her glass, but Charles held it down. "As for duration, how about we see how long you can last if I start throwing punches?"

Sean was speechless.

filled

giving Sean a

for her!" Sean protested. "Besides, talk is cheap. You say you're all that, but who can back you up?" He looked at Noelle. "See, Noelle's not saying a word. You're

said as he stood, shrugged off his jacket, and handed it to Noelle, who took it without a fuss.

game, how did it escalate to this? Hehe, don't you trust me?" Sean backed down. "I'll take this drink

dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "You know, I've been really curious about your moves, Sean. Haven't seen you in

way, I'll take the drink, I'll do it right now!" Sean chugged the drink in

like a warrior making a tough sacrifice, and

a seat and spun

ended up pointing right at Sean. Noelle paused, a bit shocked, and, then the faughter around

curved into a sly smile as she leaned in and whispered something to Charles, whose narrow eyes gleamed with a teasing light Sean's expression tightened