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“It was nice.” I smile.

I give her a hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m sure you have plans for when Matt comes home.”

“Beer and pizza. It’s kind of our tradition.”

She gives me a wave and I get in my car.

It’s nice to have someone waiting for you at home and my butterflies flutter again, thinking of Evan.

23 EVAN

Celebration days, like Valentine’s Day, are simultaneously easy and hard.

It’s easy because it’s a fixed menu. Everyone is excited to be here, and if ever there was a restaurant made to celebrate this day, it’s Sinful Bites.

It’s hard, because people, with all their imperfections, don’t cease to stop being imperfectly human because it’s a holiday and they’ve dressed up for the evening.

Customer expectations on a night like this are at an all-time high and sometimes impossible to meet.

“How can I help you?” I stop at a table in the middle row.

A woman has her sub’s head in her lap and she’s feeding him cherries while pulling on a nipple clamp.

“The table next to us? The man’s ass keeps bumping into my sub’s.”

I school my face into a mask of calm but stifle a laugh.

The tables are so far apart that it’s unlikely this is happening how she’s describing it.

If she was seated at the communal table, she might have a case.

When I said we were going to have communal spaces, everyone thought I was nuts, but they have always been booked solid.

It’s amazing how many kinky friend groups there are.

“Well, what do you suggest we do?”

The woman raises her eyebrows at me.

“Isla, you have to cause drama wherever you go,” the woman at the next table says.

Her sub is kneeling beside her on a cushion, eating off of a plate.

“Ignore her. She just wants Liam back but he’s never coming back to that old trash, is he?” The Domme at the neighbouring table says, lifting her sub’s head.

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, I don’t want to see him,” Isla says.

“Would you like to move tables?”

It’d be a nightmare for my head server Dawn, but we’d come up with a solution.

“No. I don’t want to see him.” The woman glances away.

“Ma’am. If I may?” Her sub says.

“Go ahead,” Isla nods her permission.

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