“You got any guidelines for your just-sex hookups?” I drawl. “Like no kissing on the lips?” “Hell, no. Do I look like Julia Roberts?” I scrunch up my eyebrows. “Pretty Woman?” she prompts. “Hooker with the heart of gold? No kissing the johns?” I grin. “So what you’re saying is that you’ll kiss this John?” I tap my chest so she knows I’m referring to my name and not implying that she’s a hooker. She snickers. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll be pissed. I need kissing. Otherwise I’d just stay at home with my vibe.”
