“Kiya,” he started to say, but I just could not take what I knew he was going to say next.
“Seriously, pretend that never happened. My mouth says stuff all the time that I don’t authorize. It’s really embarrassing, and I’m going to go sit in my car and try desperately to remove the last few seconds from my memory. Bye. Thanks for the baths. And...the other. In bed. It was fun. Bye.”
I dashed out of the room before I dropped dead of embarrassment, running smack-dab into the motel hussy named Alison. She squawked something at me, but my brain had had as much mortification as I could stand. I pushed past her and ran to my car. I heard Peter behind me, followed by Alison’s seductive tones, and knew that she had snagged him.
Not even that kept me from running away in shame. I chastised mysel
