“Everything good?” I ask. “If you need to stop, tell me and we’ll stop.” “I have a vibrator in my bag,” she replies, in a tone that clearly says, I’m fine, don’t be an idiot. I raise an eyebrow. “What, you carried it around all day?” She gives me the defiant tilt of her chin that I adore. “Are you going to use it to help, or are you one of those jerks who thinks it’s cheating?” I’m already rooting around in her bag for it. “Please. Toys and I have a special understanding. What’s good for you is good for me.” She snorts. “You’re so weird.”
