Chapter 19: Don’t Ask What You don’t Want to KnowThrough the tiny slits of my eyelids, I watched Pepper roll off me, sit up at the head of the bed and plunge her fingers inside herself.
“I should be the one—”
“Shh!”
I watched her shudder and shake until a she produced a little squeak and a broad smile spread across her lips.
I lay there, unsure if I should be aroused or offended.
“Relax, Ash. Think of it like a pickle jar. You did all the work loosening the lid, I just gave it the final pop.”
I definitely snorted when I laughed this time.
Pepper dangled her sticky fingers in front of my face and with no further prompting, I slurped at them. “Yep,” I said. “You taste like pickles.”
She flopped down on the mattress with her arm draped over me.
“Be careful of your henna.”
“Yes, ma’a
