They exchange a few words.
“I’m going to go change my outfit. Apparently, it isn’t suitable for all the physical activity that Loïc has planned for me this evening.” My face turns red as soon as the words are out. I meant it as a joke, but I’m painfully aware of the innuendo that came with that statement.
Paige giggles. “Good idea. I have some extra condoms in my top drawer, if you need them.”
My mouth flies open as I shoot a scowl toward my best friend. Brat.
I’m not a prude or anything, but she knows that this is the first time Loïc has actually dated someone, and I don’t want to scare him away.
Thankfully, he’s laughing.
She’s lucky.
“The outfit you were wearing the first time I saw you would work,” Loïc offers with a teasing grin.
I recall the barely there bikini top and short
