“So you’re thinking about dating?” Mackenzie nods, her face still rosy. “She’s thinking about more than dating. She’s thinking about the bow-chica-wow-wow that comes after the date. Am-I-right?” I don’t need to ask the question, I’m definitely right. I just like the way her face goes a brighter shade of red. “He wants you to keep a journal, with sexy things and not sexy things in it, right?”
