V - It’s been hard not to keep thinking about the other night, you know. The way you were with me, and what happened on the beach...
“Oh, you little devil,” Reagan grins. “That’s right, make him desperate for you.”
T - Oh?
V - It was just hot, you know? I can’t stop thinking about it.
T - Well fuck, I’m hard now, thanks for that.
We both squeal.
V - I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not...
T - Come see me for lunch. I have a surprise.
V - Oh? In your pants?
Reagan slaps me and I laugh.
“Girl, you are going to make him sweat,” she puts her hands over her face.
T - Be careful, Violet. Two can play at that game.
“Oh my god,” Reagan screams. “Girl, this is even turning me on.”
I laugh.
V - I like games.
T - Hmmm. I’ll send a car. See you at lunch.
V - What if I say no?
T - Behave, Mischief. See you soon.
Reagan laughs as I put the phone down. “So that went well?”
I bare my teeth in a nervous grin. “I think so. What do you think the surprise is?”
“His hard—”
“Stop it!” I laugh.
“We need something sexy but sophisticated.”
I grin. “Hey, Reagan...”
She looks at me.
“Thanks for being the best friend ever.”
She smiles. “Always.”
I pause. The thought I’ve danced around all day surfaces. “Do you think I should tell him about Lillian? Like all of it.”
Her eyes soften. She takes my hands. “When you’re ready, you will.”
I swallow. “I can barely say her name. I’m scared he’ll hate me.”