“Well, after the bathtub—and after I had stopped shivering—”
“For all sorts of reasons,” she said, grinning.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“Anyway, after all that, he picked me up again and went to go put me back onto the bed. I figured we were done. I figured he’d let me sleep off the copious amounts of alcohol in my system before I went back to my own room. But then, he grabbed my ankles.”
“Oh hell, yes.”
“And flipped me over.”
“Go, Everett!”
“And that’s all I remember.”
“What!?” she exclaimed.
“Yeah. That’s all I remember. There was a brief point this morning when I was freaking out about what had happened that Everett gave me a shoulder massage to calm me down and a flash of a memory came into my mind, but that’s it. That’s all I’ve got.”
“What was the memory?”
“A leg massage,” I said.
“Like, just a leg massage. Or…?”
“Or. Definitely or,” I said.
Jessica laughed and shook her head as a smile crossed my cheeks. I felt my cheeks flush as I put my head into my hand. It felt so good to talk with Jessica about all of this, but I had no idea how Everett would feel about it. About me just blurting this out to her while strangers passed by us.
“This is why you can’t tell Lucas anything,” I said.
“Trust me, I’m a closed door,” Jessica said.
“I’d rather you be a vault. Underground. Sealed by molten lava.”
“Then I’m all that as well.”
“I can’t believe this has happened.”
“And you don’t remember anything?” she asked.
“No. Not a damn thing. Everett went through this whole rigamarole with the downstairs staff this morning. We thought maybe you and Lucas had staged a very elaborate trick after figuring out we had slept together and passed out or something.”
“Oh, no. Even I couldn’t come up with something that genius. Though he might.”
“How are things going with you guys anyway?” I asked.
“We’re fine. We’re good. And you’re not distracting me from this.”
“I wasn’t trying to. Just… taking a breather. I’m glad you guys are going okay.”
“We’re doing more than okay,” she said, grinning.
“Good. Because then I’d have to beat him up.”
“You could get your husband to do that.”