By the fifth chapter, I’m flushing bright red. I nearly jump three feet into the air when the flight attendant asks what I want to drink. Ro can barely stop giggling to order a ginger ale. “Keep it up, Miss Poker Face While Listening to Sex Scenes on a Plane.” “That’s a really long nickname,” she laughs. “Just know, whatever the spiciest thing in this book is, that’s what I’m doing to you in your childhood bed when we get there.”
