“You’re quiet for someone who landed a spot closing the showcase,” Andie points out at breakfast. “It’s mind sex, isn’t it?” I blink, ripping off a piece of my untouched bagel. “You mean fantasizing?” “Don’t make it sound pretty. It’s hot and dirty, and you’re doing it.” Rica drops into a seat next to us with her coffee, surprising both of us. “It wasn’t mind sex that kept me out of my room Monday night.” It’s true, and for the last thirty-six hours, all I’ve been able to think about is Timothy. Not the showcase we landed, but the things I want to do with Timothy that have nothing to...