“No. No. Nothing like that. Call it curiosity.”
“Curiosity my eye. You have moved on.”
“I know,” Nikki said.
Corina gasped. “How is Ross? Tell me everything, and don’t leave anything out.”
Nikki could feel the heat wash over her cheeks. The sweet nectar of Ross’s lips on hers was still fresh in her mind.
“We sort of kissed.”
“Sort of kissed?” Corina asked. “How do you sort of kiss? You either kiss or you don’t.”
“Did we ever.” Nikki was still reeling from the effects.
“I said tell me everything…” Corina began. “Who is the better kisser? Winston or Ross?”
“Corina, I cannot believe you, that is such a juvenile question,” Nikki said out of embarrassment.
“Which one?” Corina prompted.
“I have to give it to Ross,” Nikki replied. “He is a great kisser. I swear the earth under my feet
