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“Holy shit.” I heard Raye say.
I rounded my front in a huge wave and called, “Hey, everybody.”
I then went to the espresso machine because I needed my own dirty chai, STAT.
I’d barely packed the portafilter when I was in an Angels huddle.
I gazed around and repeated, “Hey.”
“You have sex hair,” Jessie said.
“And sex eyes,” Raye said.
“And sex face,” Luna added.
“That’s because Javi and I had sex.” I leaned into them and said dreamily, “Lots and lots and lots of really, really, really phenomenal sex.”
“Buzz off, Byron,” Shanti ordered. “It’s time for girl talk.”
“Happy for you, Harlow,” Byron called as he made his way to his table.
I watched him, mumbling, “He’s so sweet.”
“Earth to sex kitten Harlow, come in sex kitten Harlow,” Jessie called.
She sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
This was good, everyone should be laughing!
I tried to focus on her, failed, but even so, shared, “He took me to Geordie’s. We had a window table. We watched the sun set. And he made me laugh a lot.”
“Oh my God, I love that,” Willow breathed.
I looked to her. “He carried me up his stairs when we got home, like a groom carries a bride.”
Willow gasped.
I wasn’t sure, but I thought Raye and Luna did too.
“We’ve had sex…” I lifted my hand and tried to count, failed at counting, dropped my hand, and said, “Umpteen times. Including twice this morning.”
“You don’t say,” Jessie drawled, but she sounded happy.
She should be happy.
The whole world should be happy!
“I didn’t have time to do much with my hair and makeup,” I shared.
“Yeah, we can see,” Shanti replied (she sounded happy too).
“Though, we took a break from having sex yesterday to have brunch and go shopping,” I told them. “Javi now has a killer lamp and a fabulous throw blanket, and in six to eight weeks, he’ll have the perfect armchair. And get this!”
They all leaned closer.
“He bought stemmed wineglasses and stemless ones for me to drink wine because, as he said, ‘My Lolita isn’t gonna drink her wine from a regular-ass glass.’ Isn’t he amazing?”
I sighed.