I hadn’t told Layla anything, at least not yet. My mind was still actively reeling from the tension of my previous visit, and even though my wetness didn’t last it was an opening.

I sat across from her in our favorite coffee shop, staring into my iced caramel macchiato like it was gonna give me answers.

“Girl, why are you blushing like that?” Layla asked, sipping her drink and narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. “You look like you’ve been doing something pretty inappropriate.”

My fingers tightened around the cup.

“You remember that gynecologist you told me about? Dr. Jay Lee?”

She perked up immediately. “Yeah? How can I forget...