“Is it obvious I’m nervous?” “Girl, you’re turning that heated seat into a vibrating seat with how much you’re shaking. Take a deep breath—and maybe an edible—and then go show the world what I already know: that you’re a sexy narcoleptic flower just waiting to blossom.” “I don’t have any edibles,” I pointed out, but I did take a deep breath. “I have some in my purse, obvi,” Addison said, but I was already waving her off and unbuckling my seat belt.
