Monica cleared her throat. “Jesus, you’re glowing.” I gazed up at her as she added, “I mean, legit f*****g glowing. Like you used a highlighter instead of bronzer.”
I touched my cheek with the back of my hand. “I don’t have any makeup on.”
“You have him on you—that’s as good as concealer.” She took a sip of her drink. “What’s he saying?”
“That he wants to taste me again.”
“And?”
My glasses were still at the end of my nose, and I pushed them higher on my face. “And I asked him how badly.”
“Ooh, that’s good.”
Jenner: Badly enough that I can’t wait until tomorrow.
Jenner: My room. 7 tonight.
Monica had made us dinner reservations for eight thirty, which gave me time for a quickie.
If Jenner even knew what a quickie was.
Me: You have me until 8.
Jenner: I’ll take every second I can
