Page 77 of Sex & Sours

“Like a cocktail recipe book.”

“Because there’s not enough of those.”

Tiffany playfully kicked my shin.“Fuck you.”

“I think you just did.”

She arched a brow with playful surprise.“Wow, another joke.I’m starting to think I don’t know you at all.”She stood, pulling her jeans on before running her fingers along the design cut into her shave.“It’s late.I better get home.This was fun.”

“Goodnight, Tiffany.”

“Night, Sam.”