“Please?” I whisper, stretching to kiss his neck. “Pretty please, with Harlow naked on top?”
He barks out a delighted laugh. “Who was the first?”
“My first. I realize now he was tiny, but it still hurt. I swear I look back on it now and see my virginity being taken by a baby carrot.”
She steps out and crosses the damp grass toward me, dressed in jeans and a faded blue long-sleeved T-shirt, hair in a high ponytail, wearing a bright smile and not a trace of makeup.
I’m pretty sure she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Lola, I swear I’m not going to make this worse. I fucking love her.”
“The Magnolia Hotel in Victoria. Room 408.”