Denise Stone

What do I get when I win

What impresses you, Avery? Because I would do it in an instant, over and over

Am I jealous of my own clothes?

“I promise, next time you’re wet around me, I’ll make sure it’s because of something you’ll enjoy.”

Not quite,” I say.

“Teach me.”

Would she be this receptive to other lessons I want to teach her

What? No.” She giggles. “I would’ve paid to maul you myself.”

“I definitely wouldn’t charge you to—”

“If my group wins trivia,” I offer, “I get to kiss you again.”

And when Avery pounds the shot glass down, she stares right at me