Let the details continue.
“Others are big and powerful. Perfect when you really want to feel it. Some have different vibration patterns, and you can switch it up depending on your mood. Curved ones hit exactly the right spots, which is sooo satisfying.”
I’m aware of every detail. I shoot and edit her videos.
“Some are waterproof so that you can take them in the shower or bath. Rechargeable ones are great because you don’t have to worry about batteries dying.”
Does she think I really don’t know?
“Then there are quiet ones for thin walls, and louder ones when you’re all alone and want all the intensity. The materials make a big difference—”
“Alright!” I snatch the phone. “If I look, can we stop this conversation?”
She smiles. “Yes. Promise.”
I pick up the only suitcase I haven’t opened yet and toss it on the mattress. It sags just enough to remind me I’m not at home.
I unzip it and flip it open.
But instead of the cute, comfy clothes I’d packed, I find men’s clothing.
Not just any man's clothing.
The scent hits me hard.
Smokey cedar and black pepper.
“What’s wrong?” Tess asks.
“It’s not my bag.” As I say the words, I remember the suitcase we danced around just fifteen minutes earlier.
His suitcase of goodies.
Only, it’s my suitcase. Full of vibrators.
That he’s about to share with a room full of women.
“Tess, I gotta go.”
“Are you going to go sleep with him?”
“What? No.”
“Don’t say no. If he hits on you, remember you’re stepping out of your comfy zone.”
Now she remembers.
“I’m not sleeping with him.”
I’m just trying to get my dildos from him.
