“It’s when you talk to someone to work out feelings or emotions.” She made a face as Olivier nuzzled her neck again. What was wrong with him?
“Mom, you sound out of breath. Did you go to the gym?”
“No,” she closed her eyes against the feelings spinning low in her abdomen when Olivier gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him. He was hard as a rock against her. Nine years apart and twenty minutes in the same room and he was hard, she was wet, and neither of them were being smart. Max said something to her, and she tried to focus while her toes curled into her filthy sneakers, “sorry sweetie, what did you say?”
“I said Ollie wants to say goodnight.”
“Oh okay, put her on.”
“Hi Mom. Me and Lark are going to get our nails painted by Everly and Nana Prue and do face masks. You should co
