“How was it?” Stella asks. Keeks adjusts her glasses again, clears her throat, and says, “An inner carnal beast erupted from the bowels of my soul, and before I could figure out where it originated from, my tongue was haphazardly licking Kelvin’s mouth while his ketchup-covered hand clutched at my hair.” Too much detail . . . way too much detail. “I tapped into my reptile brain. Arousal spiked, milkshake was scattered over Kelvin’s lap, and I used it as lubricant for—” “I think I’m good with the rest,” I say, cutting her off. “Really, I can imagine where this went.” “I can’t,”
