Page 111 of Shattered

Sam had just made it through the door when she saw Kristin’s excited face peer around the corner.

“So,” Kristin stated.

“So,” Sam repeated. She couldn’t hide her smile.

Kristin’s response was a bulging of her eyes as she silently pleaded for information.

“Come on, Sam. Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” Sam buried her face in her hands in embarrassment.

“I want you to tell me it was the best sex of your life.”

“Kristin.”

Kristin narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, yes. I have a feeling nothing could ever top how it feels with him.”

Sam sighed, then burst out laughing at the deafening squeal that came from Kristin.

“Come on. Go get a bathing suit on and meet me outside by the pool. We have lots to discuss.”

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The morning went by in a blur. Kristin threw a myriad of questions at her as they lounged.

“How was it?”

“Was he rough or sweet?”

“Did he talk dirty?”

“How much did you actually sleep?”

“How big is he?”

“How many times did you come?”

On and on it went. But Sam didn’t mind. It was the first time in which she’d ever felt that giddy excitement making her want to gush all about him. She felt ridiculous, and she felt amazing. They had officially crossed that line, and she knew she never wanted to go back.

It was noon by the time they were headed down King, and Kristin had them going in and out of almost every store they passed. This wasn’t Sam’s first shopping trip with Kristin, so she was well aware of the dent that girl could put on her parents’ credit card. She sure did enjoy the fruits of the upbringing she seemed to loathe so much.

Sam also didn't hate the three outfits she had let Kristin talk her into buying, either.

“We need to have their lunch at the booth by one, which means we have just enough time to grab you something for tonight before we pick up the food.”

“What’s tonight?” Sam questioned.

“Tonight is when you pull out a ridiculously sexy outfit that brings that man to his knees.”

“He was already on his knees last night,” Sam said, blushing.

“Fair enough. That just means we need to find the most perfect lingerie there is,” Kristin said as she pulled Sam into a shop with barely clothed mannequins lining the windows.

Sam had never seen such naughty attire in real life. She had also never imagined a price could be so high for such little product.

Sam had no idea what to pick. All she knew was she wore a medium in underwear and a 32B in bras. The most luxurious one she owned was a simple pink set from Victoria’s Secret that had just a hint of lace across the band. That set was nothing like what she was now looking through.

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