It is not! Sutton and I dish all the time. It’s how I know Atlas bought a Ghostface mask and hid in their bathroom to scare her. And then fuck her. Honestly, a true king.
Sutton:
I swear, smut is the key to kink exploration. Especially if you can get him to read them too.
Willa:
Lincoln doesn’t need any encouragement in that department. Holly’s his smut dealer.
Chloe:
Mine too.
Sutton:
Same tbh. The woman knows her stuff.
Willa:
Isn’t that…awkward? Considering you’re exploring all that with her sons?
Chloe:
Not as awkward as when she told me which book made her figure out she was into light bondage.
Willa:
WHAT
Sutton:
Oh yeah. That was a few months ago at brunch. Mabel nearly choked on her mimosa. And you know how hard it is to surprise that filthy pervert.
Chloe:
Speaking of spilling dirty secrets while inebriated before noon… Who’s up for brunch next weekend?
Sutton:
I’m in
Willa:
I can’t. I’ll be at the market every weekend for the foreseeable future.
Chloe:
Then a weekday. Or weeknight. Or early morning breakfast. Literally any time of day. We just need you to spill wtf has been going on between you and Lincoln.
Willa:
Um…let me get back to you. I’m just so busy at the farm.
Sutton:
Don’t think we don’t know when someone’s avoiding a group session.
Chloe:
