Page 120 of Butterfly Effect

Fun with toys and kinks.

“Ma’am, if you don’t put a ring on that boy’s finger…” Her voice weakens, tears emerging and streaking down her cheeks.

“Indi? Are you okay?” I switch my seat to the one next to her. She topples over and sobs into my shoulder.

My finger swirling into the air signals the waiter to wrap it up and grab the check. I offer my friend a napkin.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She blows a honk. “I have no control over my emotions these days.”

“It’s the hormones,” I comfort her. “But to be honest, you’re generally much softer since?—”

Another round of wailing ensues.

“Iknow! You’resoright.” Her hand points to her lower belly, frustration lacing the raised tone. “It’s Landon Radek’s fault for putting his cinnamon roll baby inside me!”

And we’ve got an ugly crier.

I cringe and massage her arm. “Oh, honey.”

“I used to be a smartass, Gabe! Now I’m all gooey and…nice.Ugh. Who am I?”

Using a folded part of the napkin to dab away the clotting mascara at the edges of her eyes, I give another shot at consolation. “I ask myself that every day.”

“Please. You’re a badass.”

“This is true.” I accept the compliment with a seated curtsy. “But you know what else is true?”

Indi pushes out a leaden sigh. “What?”

“Soft looks good on you.”

The Uber drops Indi home first.

Pretty Boy

Come over

Me

Now?

Pretty Boy

Please

Me

You’re so desperate.

Me

It’s hot.

Me

Be there in 10.

I should question my sanity. I don’t have feelings for Wade Boehner; my vagina does. Let’s not get the two confused.

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