"Well, I should hope not," I reply with a laugh. Jamie isn't much of a gossip in general, but certainly not about his sex life, which at times I find disappointing simply because I am a nosy, sick person and I like hearing those sorts of details. I do know that they aren't as-- well, adventurous-- in bed (or out of bed) as me and Oliver, so I try not to pry even if I want to.

But-- I know how Eddie is about the possibility of germs. Do he and Jamie rim each other? Do they even know that men do that to each other? I didn't, not until Oliver showed me. I am suddenly immensely curious about his, and I have to remind myself that we're talking about love, not sex. The two get so confused for me sometimes.

"Besides, I'm sure that I'll be busy that night," I tell him, teasing and smug all at once. "Santa's not the only thing coming down my chimney on Christmas Eve, if you know what I mean."

Okay, that one was just to see what kind of face he'll make. As a treat for me.