Minne straightened on the couch, her cheeks flushing as a shy little smile tugged at her lips. Jasmine and Kim stood too, stretching languidly. Jasmine peeled off her face mask first, then Kim, both crumpling the sheets and heading to the kitchen to toss them in the trash.
"Well," I said softly, heat already stirring low in my gut, "I'm definitely on board with that idea."
Tessa slid straight onto my lap. She grabbed the collar of my t-shirt, tugging me closer, and pressed a deep, teasing kiss to my mouth. "Oh, I bet you are," she whispered against my lips.
