Reagan: You know. . . I really should know when your birthday is and how did we celebrate last year?? There are so many holes left unfilled. . . Libby: And how do you propose we fill them? As soon as she sent the text, her face flushed with heat and her eyes were forced closed by the crush of embarrassment. It sounded far filthier than she intended. Reagan: I’ve got an idea or two. ;)
