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“Far walk?" Eva asked.

“Just a block away.” Pixie flashed a grin. Her lips were pert and seductive, and Eva needed to stop noticing the small details about her brother’s best friend. She was only here for another week, and she wouldn’t leave a wreckage in her wake.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to return to the club?” Eva asked. Guilt trickled through her for taking up Pixie’s time. “It looked like a lot of the staff at Whipped were participating in demos.”

“They were, and they’re who I usually scene with if I’m not seeing anyone. But given everything that went down with Parker and Micah the past week, I wanted to make sure I was available for Micah if he needed me.”

Relief filled Eva’s chest. “You’re a good friend.”

She shrugged. “Not good enough. I should never have let him go back to your hometown.”

“You and me both.” Eva had known how her parents were—stifling, restrictive, and judgmental—and she’d escaped. When Micah went to San Francisco for school, she’d figured he would stay there, not return. She’d built her life with a physical boundary from her folks because if she and her mother remained in the same zip code, bloodshed would ensue.

Pixie stopped at the corner, and Eva almost bumped into her, so lost in her thoughts. The storefront lay at the base of a high-rise, all glass windows, which were illuminated by the interior light. The words Puri-Tea and the cartoon tea leaf in the lit-up sign made their destination clear.

Eva lifted a brow. “You’re taking me from a kink night to a place called purity? Please tell me this isn’t a weird conversion tactic…”

Pixie snorted. “Just a boba shop. Come on, let’s go chill.”

She shook her head, warmth settling in her chest. Maybe it was the intuitive way Pixie had sensed her need to escape or the fact that she’d take her here—somewhere quiet but not home—to recalibrate, but Eva appreciated this woman. She’d only been around her for a few days, and in that short time, Pixie seemed more genuine than most of the people Eva had left behind in Reno.

Ones she was considering hard if she wanted to return to.

They stepped into the shop, the chill lo-fi music from the speakers soothing. She squinted a little at the lights, which were blaring compared to the dim nightclub and even darker sidewalks.

“What are you going to get?” Pixie asked, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Oh, they’ve got rose!” The person behind the counter slipped in front of the register, ready for them whenever.

Eva chewed on her thumbnail. “So this is where I admit I’ve never had boba before.”

Pixie’s eyes widened. “No, you can’t tell me that. You’ve got to try like…everything.”

Eva’s smile came unbidden. “How about you pick your favorite flavor, and I’ll give it a go?”

“I’ll get the rose and then a jasmine for you. My treat,” she said, looping her arm through Eva’s. She all but dragged her up front, and Eva made no moves to slip away. Not while this beautiful woman walked beside her, her sweet, floral scent wafting her way. Eva loved that she had a few inches on Pixie, and she hated how her brain had calculated their height differences and the filthy things that could translate to.

Hard to avoid thoughts of kink after some of the scenes she’d witnessed onstage tonight.

Pixie placed the order, and they stood off to the side, waiting for their teas. The lights beamed down on them, such a sharp difference from dark and pulsing environment they’d left. Only three other people took up seats here at this hour, and all scattered around at a respectable distance.

“I should’ve asked this before, but what work do you do at Whipped?” Eva asked. Pixie worked as an artist and helped out at the café, but beyond that, a lot of blanksremained.

“Resident sub.” She winked, the move flirty and natural, and hell, Eva wasn’t immune. Her heart thumped a little harder. “Mostly, I assist in classes and demos. I don’t mind being on display.”

“I bet you don’t,” Eva murmured before she could help herself. Pixie’s lashes fluttered, and a pretty little blush spread to her cheeks, highlighting her freckles. Fuck, this woman was so transparent, her emotions bubbling to the surface. Combined with the fact that Pixie was a sub, a prickle of curiosity rose inside Eva, an urge to peel away petal after petal of this flower until she found the core.

Two cups of boba were placed on the counter, and Pixie picked them up. “Where do you want to sit?”

Eva gestured to an empty corner spot, and she set off in that direction, having the feeling Pixie would follow. She slid in on the far side of the pristine white booth, placing her within view of the door—a habit she couldn’t break. As she settled in, the tightness across her skin relaxed.

Pixie passed her the jasmine boba and a thick straw and then waited expectantly.

Eva’s lips quirked, but she plunged the straw through the center of the plastic film and brought it to her mouth. When she glanced up, Pixie’s eyes had darkened, heat emanating from them.

She sucked the straw, and the first bit of jasmine sweetness hit her tongue.

Followed by a disgusting, slimy ball.

Eva almost spat it out. God, that was revolting, like someone had mixed snot into their drink. She swallowed it fast and spluttered from how the little bastard boba ball tried to choke her.

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