“I’d ask him anything. I’m never worried, not in the slightest, that he’d judge me. He never does. He accepts me for exactly who I am.” They both stare at me. “What?” “Oh my God. This isn’t about sex,” Diana accuses. She glances toward Mya. “This isn’t about sex.” “Nope,” Mya confirms. I wrinkle my forehead. “No, it is. Of course it is.” Diana offers an oddly gentle smile. “Gigi. You’re in love with this guy.” My jaw drops. “I am not.”