Bren
I’d done it. I felt like high-fiving myself.
Whistling the tune of “Baby Got Back” as I washed flecks of poo down the drain, nothing could dampen my mood.
I’d had a one-night stand—a damn good one, in fact—and like a mature, responsible woman, I’d kept the no-strings promise I’d made to myself. Booyah. Smiling again, I felt proud of myself. And satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.
BooyahIt was only normal that my mind had wandered to Mason a few times throughout each day over the past two weeks. It was the only s****l experience I’d had in what felt like a decade, and so it was natural that I’d want to replay it—my own personal highlight reel, something to remember fondly and enjoy when I was in bed, alone at night.
“Why are you in such a good mood?” Mandy asked, pe
