“Bitch!” We both laugh as I hit her with a pillow. “And I can’t believe you pierced your nose!” I grab her face and examine the tiny stud. It actually looks good on her.
“It’s not the only thing I pierced.” She pops her eyebrows at me.
“You didn’t!”
“I did! Want to see?” She bounces around the bed overflowing with white Egyptian sheets.
“No!” I smack her with a pillow again. “Please keep your panties in their place.”
“Who says I’m wearing any?” Tara laughs.
“Slut.”
“Call me whatever you want. The orgasms are worth it! You should totally do it.”
I pause, thinking of all the ways Kayne could possibly torture me if I had a clit ring.
My blood heats. I might consider it.
“This came for you, by the way.” She hands me a box wrapped in silver paper with a white bow.
“When?” I sit up and take it from her.
“Just now. CJ dropped it off.” She grins wickedly.
Oh no, I know that look.
“He’s yummy.” She sucks on her bottom lip like she can already taste him.
“Tara,” I chide.
“What?”
“I noticed the two of you flirting last night.”
“So?” She bats her eyelashes innocently.
“He’s ten years older than you,” I point out.
“So?” she repeats.
“I’m not sure Kayne would approve.” Actually, I know he wouldn’t approve since I overheard him threatening Juice’s life if he touched her.
“Well, Kayne isn’t my father,” she argues.
“I’m not sure our father would approve, either.”
“He doesn’t approve of anything we do.” She rolls her eyes dismissively.
She has me there.
“Look, this day isn’t about me.” She changes the subject artfully, clearly done with this conversation. “So open your present already so we can drink some mimosas and start getting ready!”
“Fine.” I appease her. Besides, I think her and Juice sort of make a cute couple, even if it would be short lived—like four days long since they live on opposite sides of the country.
I open the card first. It’s plain white with perforated edges and reads:
That he does,I think to myself as I grin like an idiot.
