15
LILY
Haley dragged her a*s into our apartment at five in the morning.
I’d gotten up for work a few minutes earlier and had the coffee pot brewing since she’d be home sooner rather than later.
“Need.” Her one word made me chuckle, and she slumped down at the table, resting her forehead on the wooden surface.
“Wild night?”
“Something like that,” she muttered, unmoving.
“Two d***s or one?”
“One massive one.” She sighed. “And before you get all excited, he didn’t know how to use it.”
“Three-pump chump?”
“Hour-long f**k fest that has me sore as hell—and not in the good way. Damn jackrabbit had no finesse whatsoever,” she grumbled, her shoulders slumped.
I bit back a giggle while putting the teakettle on for me. “Why didn’t you just fake it to move him along?”
“I came—three times
