“I do get sucked into a Pinterest black hole a lot.” She laughed, and the bed dipped as she sat beside me again. “You? Pinterest?” I draped myself over the pillows so I could wrap my arms around her waist, nuzzling against the softness of her back. “I’m more of a Twitter kind of girl.” “Ooh, she likes drama.” J’s hand slid under the sheet around my waist to rest over my bare hip. “Are you a stan of something then?”
