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Toni

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I forgot where the towels are.”

“It’s okay,” she says. “I just came in to grab one because I spilled the milk.”

“You spilled milk?” I ask, but she’s not listening. She’s staring at me. No, she’s devouring me with her eyes, and I feel my body heat as she looks at me. I don’t know why there aren’t any towels in Jessica’s bathroom. Maybe it’s laundry day. Who knows? All I know is that I suddenly don’t regret not spotting one and instead walking around her bedroom naked.

“I spilled milk,” she repeats.

“And I spilled water on your bathroom floor,” I admit. “I should have checked for towels before I got in.”

“No, you’re perfect,” she says, and she takes a step closer. Her eyes are heated. Passionate. She’s looking at me like she wants to devour me, and honestly, I think I’d be okay with that. Jessica is the best lover I’ve ever had. She’s passionate and wild and fun. She’s always willing to try new things.

Perhaps best of all, Jessica isn’t scared.

Maybe that’s why she’s such a great leader in her company. She’s not afraid to take risks. She’ll be the first to jump into something new. She’s always learning, always evolving.

And right now, I kind of think she’s going to kiss me.

She takes another step toward me.

“What are you doing?”

“Why are you here, Toni?”

“I’m here because we’re trying to prove we’re friends.”

“We’re not,” she says. “We haven’t been friends for a very long time.”

“I don’t think we were friends back then.”

“Tell me what we were, Toni.”

“Lovers.” The word feels good on my lips. Passionate. Wild. She’s getting closer to me, but I’m not embarrassed or nervous. I should be. When your ex-partner looks at you like they want to make you fall apart, you’re supposed to be nervous.

Not me.

Not with Jessica.

Not ever.

“Yes,” she says. “We were lovers.”

“And now I’m naked.”

“You look so damn good, baby.”

She’s in front of me now. She’s still dressed. Her long hair hangs in two braids, but she’s taken off her sun hat. She’s standing in front of me in a t-shirt and shorts, but she’s never looked hotter. Never.

“Do I?”

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