Page 39 of Christmas in Coconut Creek

The men slightly complicated those plans.

Nat could barely go two days without seeing Mateo. A week prior that would have put a damper on my mood, but now I found myself looking forward to the additional company.

I finally glanced up from the phone to find my friend awake and regarding me with a cheeky smirk. Nat had fluffed up the pillows and was scrolling on her own screen.

“Let me take a wild guess and say that’s not Cindy making your titties tight.”

I blanched and looked down at my chest. “Jesus, is it cold in here?” With a forearm across my overzealous nipples I dove back under the cover of blankets beside Natalia, scooching up the headboard next to her. “You should turn your heat up a little bit,” I suggested.

“It's seventy-five and you literally live in Colorado; you can’t bullshit a bullshitter. What’s he saying?”

“Why do you assume it’s a he?”

Nat gave me a knowing glare. “I don’t assume it’s a he, I assume it’shim, and because you once told me the texture of a vagina reminded you of a Hot Pocket.”

“Sounds…delicious,” I grimaced.

She reached over and tried to snatch the cell phone out of my hand.

“Okay! Okay, Christ. He just wanted to say good morning.”

Natalia rolled her eyes and righted herself on the bed. “I’ll drop it for now, but the second you start sexting I demand input. Don’t even fucking think about sending a nude without my review.”

“First of all, I would never.”

“Never say never.”

“I wouldneversend a nude to a guy I barely know, and he’s already seen me without my clothes on.”

“He’s seen thetophalf.”

“A pussy pic, Natalia? I’m an elementary school teacher, not kickstarting an OnlyFans. The confidence a woman would need to send a crotch shot is not within my pay grade.”

She shouldered me playfully. “I wasn’t suggesting full frontal, Phee. Not that I think Frankie would protest whatsoever. He’d probably print it and keep a copy in his wallet.”

I looked down at my phone as it buzzed again.

Frankie <3:What are you girls up to today?

“See? Double texter. He’s obsessed,” Nat pointed out.

I shielded my phone screen as she read over my shoulder. “Don’t you have a boyfriend to be sending butthole snaps to?”

Natalia flipped her shiny hair off her shoulder, slapping me with the ends as she stood from the bed. She cleared the side tables of the empty wine glasses and bottles and swayed out the door. “Remember! No nudes without approval!”

When I heard the click of a door being closed down the hall, followed by the soft rain of the shower, I focused back on my phone.

Ophelia:Thinking about making it a spa day. I could use a good massage

Frankie <3:Something making you tense?

Ophelia:Fighting off tireless men

Frankie <3:I wouldn’t call what you did to me “fighting me off” exactly

Ophelia:Can’t a girl have a moment of weakness?

Frankie <3:You can have as many moments of weakness as you want O. I encourage it. Actually I implore it

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