Page 241 of Come Back to Me

“I kinda think I’ll like the temperature difference.”

My brow furrows. “Think? You played with ice?”

“Accidentally.”

“Do I want to know how that happened?”

“I left a vibrator in the fridge once. It got hot too quickly?—”

“How did you leave a vibrator in the fridge?”

“I was sick.”

When she strokes a jade crystal wand, I direct, “I need more of an explanation than that!”

“Delirious sick. Flu. Fever dreams—sick sick.”

“And a fever dream made you put a vibrator in the fridge?”

“I turned everything upside down. It drove Zee mad. I put dishes in the washing machine and clothes in the dishwasher.” She pulls a face. “When my brain goes down, everything goes up.”

That type of chaos is so her. “And you used the cold vibrator during a fever dream?”

“No. By the time I’d gotten over the flu, Zee caught it, so the last of my shenanigans were down to me to rectify. Figured I’d try it.”

“Did it work?”

“I got really close to coming. Then, I started worrying about frostbite on my labia, which, let me tell you, is a mood killer.”

“I can imagine,” I drawl. “So, which one then?”

“Maybe obsidian? It’s kinda pretty if penises can be pretty. Though it’s not as nice as yours. Yours does that curve thing.”

“I have a pretty penis?”

“Course you do. You’re a Korhonen. Everything’s pretty and rich. I bet you shit gold.”

“I wish I did, but no, sadly, that’s not true.”

“I don’t believe you. It’s probably only 9ct, not 24ct.”

I tut. “My shit stinks.”

Someone clears their throat behind me. “Can I offer any assistance?”

Tee grins at me, not even trying to withhold a laugh. “No, we’re good, thank you.”

The assistant eyes me funnily, but I shoot her my most charming smile. Tee gags when the woman simpers, going so far as to flutter her lashes at me.

“That was gross,” she grumbles. “Does every woman do that?”

“Your nonna included,” I tease.

She whacks my arm. “It’s funny ‘cause it’s true. She told me if she were twenty years younger, she’d?—”

I stop that sentence in its tracks. “Isn’t she in her nineties?”

“In her words, she’s old but she’s not dead. Or blind. You really are very attractive.” The words are half-accusation. “And then there’s that face. It’s too pretty for my own good.”

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