She quirks an eyebrow at me. "Is it something kinky?"
I smack her ass playfully and pick her up to drop her back on the couch. "Dirty girl. No. I wanna call my parents."
"What? You realize it's after midnight in Detroit, right?"
"You realize my mam would kill me if I didn't tell her right away, don't you?"
"Touché. But why call them when you can just FaceTime?"
"Good idea." I grab for my laptop on the end table and switch it on.
"I was being sarcastic."
"I know. But it was still a good idea." The computer whirs to life, and I begin pulling up the contact information. "Man, I wish I knew how to record FaceTime calls. I bet this is one I'm gonna want to watch again tomorrow."
I settle in next to Tiffany and she rests her head on my shoulder, as the call goes through. Within seconds,
