Page 46 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

MJ:

OMG, why? You’re the one who taught us about them. Remember the banana?

Dina:

Yeah! Remember we named him Bonzo? That was fun.

Oh, and the BJ lessons!

I choke on my own spit.

Me:

WHAT?! I NEVER GAVE YOU—OMG! MJ!

MJ:

What? It’s better to know what you’re doing.

Oh, absolutely not.

I slam my phone down on the counter, my face burning, my life flashing before my eyes.

Okay. That’s it.

I need to leave this chat.

And more importantly?

I need to leave this bathroom before Horace starts thinking my dinner is actively trying to kill me.

Me:

I am going now. You two just sit there and think about what you’ve done!

Dina:

Fine. But we won’t wait up for you.

MJ:

Go get some big D, sis! Ride that man like a runaway subway!

I click end and vow to never open that chat again.

Oh my gah.

I am going to kill them both.

I wash my hands and do a quick check in the mirror, smoothing a stray wisp of hair back into place. My lipstick has officially disappeared—probably somewhere between the first glass of wine and the last bite of beef—but I don’t mind.

I never wear much makeup anyway.

My cheeks have that telltale pink flush, whether from the wine or from the way he looked at me over dinner, I’m not sure. Either way, my skin is glowing, so I’ll take the win.

Dinner was delicious, but it was alot.

I press a cautious hand to my stomach.

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