“Not the flute,” Zoe said. “Maybe a trumpet.”
“A trumpet,” Eva said.
“Not this guy,” I said. “He’d be a tuba.”
I wiggled my eyebrows.
“You’re insane for not wanting to see him again,” Eva said.
“The thing with a tuba though,” Zoe started to say.
“Enough with the instrument talk,” I said. “His dick was big and perfect. He made me come more times than I thought possible in one night. And that’s the end of it!”
I stormed away to my bedroom, slamming the door.
Then I went into the bathroom to shower.
Wash away the night.
Wash away Maverick.
I did wonder if he was still talking to the pillow I had slept on.
And I did wonder if I should have stayed a little longer… for some morning fun.