Brenda went quiet for a second, and I could picture her standing there in her new kitchen, her mouth probably open, her eyes wide as she processed what I’d just dumped on her. Then she let out a slow whistle, followed by a laugh that was half shock, half delight, and I heard her flop onto her own couch, the springs creaking under her weight.
“Holy s**t, girl, you did what with Nick? On the kitchen floor? And the counter? Damn, I need a minute to wrap my head around this because I knew you two had some sparks flying, but this is next-level wild,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she shifted, probably tucking her legs up like she always did when she got into a good story. “Okay, first off, I’m proud of you for going for it—I mean, sucking his d**k and letting him eat your p**
