Teagan laughed. "Really? You? I would never have imagined," she said teasingly. There was a part of her that knew she had no place to ask what was she was dying to. It wasn't her place to ask what he did in bed or liked to do or get done to him, but for some reason, she was curious. She wasn't some sheltered child who didn't know gay men or lesbians, but she never had a talk with them where they just said 'I sorta like cock too' aloud. It seemed like the perfect time to indulged her curious side even if it was out of line. "You don't have to answer, but I'm kind of morbidly, uncharacteristically, knowing it's not my place curious of what you like to do with cock... or have cock do to you?"
She grinned. "I do have a way with words," she said, teasing. She laughed. "I think being a writer, you should be much better describing your love without him here than say I would. And I think I could describe why I love who I love pretty well."
When he began to talk again, she smiled. He did sound like he was in love with this Oliver fellow. Teagan had never saw herself as a hopeless romantic, but even she felt her heartstrings being tugged a little at his description. "Okay. You win. You don't fail," she said with the same smile. There was a bit of jealousy pushing to the surface but it didn't show on her face or in her tone. "And I don't think he deserves better than you... or maybe it's just not the question. He wants you. He chose you, despite everything. I think that says a lot about both you and him."