~ Theresa ~

“Sex parties are amazing, Tess. You can’t mourn your husband forever,” George says, giving me that smug look over his glass.

I stir my drink, watching the bubbles climb like they’re trying to escape. “I haven’t touched anyone in over two years, and you want me to start with a sex party?”

His smirk deepens. “Yes. And I already got us on the list. I’m picking you up Friday night.”

My throat burns from the pop, but the real hit is in my chest. “You what?”

“Come on, Tess. You used to be wild. Always game to try something new.”

“Not sex parties, George. I have kids....