PREVIEW
... "Mmh," I muttered, rolling onto my side and burying my face into the pillow. "Five more minutes, please, Jasmine."
"Evaaaan."
"Hm..."
"Why," she whispered, voice way too awake for this hour, "is there a nine-inch strap-on in the trunk of the car?"
My eyes flew open.
I turned my head and stared at her. Jasmine was propped on one elbow beside me, lips twitching like she was barely holding back laughter.
"Ooh..." I said groggily. "That was..."
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























