Sydney

“Hello…?” she said dramatically. “You think I’m going to pass up an exclusive first class information about how good Tyler Sinclair’s tongue felt going down your throat?”

“Oh my god, Maeve!” I nearly shrieked.

She let out a sharp laugh.

“It wasn’t even that deep.”

“Really?” she teased. “Your ears are red, you know that, right?”

I touched them immediately. “No, they’re not.”

She stabbed her spoon into her ice cream.

“Come on, spill.” She edged closer. “Was it good or bad? And did he like ask if he could kiss you or something? Did he say something stupid again?”

A smile escaped before I could stop it.

God,...