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

say you're all that, but who can back you

if I worked you over," Charles said as he stood, shrugged off his jacket, and handed

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

"You know, I've been really curious about your moves, Sean. Haven't seen

I'll take the drink, I'll do it right now!"

the drink meant for her, like a warrior making a tough sacrifice, and

took a seat and spun the

Noelle paused, a bit shocked, and, then the faughter around her broke out. Peter chuckled along. "Looks like it's your

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 he had