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.

soon filled the

could not resist a chuckle, giving Sean a

protested. "Besides, talk is cheap. You say you're all that,

as he stood, shrugged off his jacket, and handed

Hehe, don't you trust me?" Sean backed down. "I'll

your moves, Sean. Haven't seen you in years-have you gotten any better?" Charles chimed in. "Yeah, I want to see that

do it right now!" Sean chugged the drink in his

a tough sacrifice, and she could not help but swallow hard. "Uh, that would

took a seat and spun

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

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 a