The Re

The Reunion

AGE: 38

“You seem… nervous?” Riley murmured as she carefully brought Gianna’s nametag just above her right breast. “Is it because I’m putting a metal pin through your Hélène Pierce cocktail dress?” She glanced up at Gianna through her lashes. “As I said a minute ago – I really don’t think you need a nametag, babe.”

Riley paused, her hands resting on Gianna’s chest ever-so-lightly – just above the breast, nothing inappropriate for public consumption – as she shook her hair back to look Gianna in the eye. There was that quietly teasing smile on her face that Gianna fucking adored. “After all, you are Gianna M?kinen , of Worthy designs, available at retailers internationally.”

Gianna felt a pleased warmth emanate through her entire freaking body. Worthy's success had soared in the five years since she’d officially left the world of influencing to focus on her family and her business – in that order, thank you very much.

Which had been a slight concern, when she’d jumped into her lingerie brand with both feet. Financially, she had enough money to fall back on, plus Riley’s promotion to director at the station last year had ensured they could more than take care of their family.

Still, though.

She arched a challenging eyebrow at Riley. “What if no one in there,” she tilted her jaw in the direction of the large room they were standing outside of, “Has heard of my lingerie designs? Or don’t know it’s me behind it?”

Riley lightly stroked her fingers against Gianna’s bare skin, right above the neckline of her dress. The touch made her shiver, even as Riley nailed her with a skeptical look. “Even if I could buy into that ridiculousness, you are still you. And I would bet Emmi’s stuffed bear that no one we went to college with has forgotten you.”

Gianna reeled back, affixing the proper look of horror to her face at Riley’s statement. “You would bet Kalevala? Do you understand how much suffering losing that bear would cause our daughter? And – more than that – how much suffering her cries would cause our ears?”

When Riley’s hazel eyes locked onto hers, they laughed, even as they shuddered at the thought.

Emmi, their soon-to-be three-year-old, never went anywhere without Kalevala, her beloved stuffed animal that Gianna’s Mummo had given her when she’d been born. And Emmi wasn’t shy about voicing her displeasure about anything .

“Okay, fine, I’ll give in,” Gianna admitted, “I’m not shaking because I’m nervous. Or because you are stabbing Hélène with the nametag. Though, I don’t love the thought of it,” she added, thoughtfully.

Which was entirely true.

“All right then,” Riley said softly as she properly affixed the nametag into Gianna’s dress. Still, though, she didn’t move to go into the room. “Then why are your hands shaking ever so slightly? And your face is a little flushed?”

“Damn you for knowing me so well.” Gianna lifted her hand up to gently sweep some of Riley’s honey-blonde hair behind her ear. Then she let her hand linger there, her fingers tunneling into the soft locks.

“But,” she continued, keeping herself on track with a nod, “I am not nervous. I’m excited, actually.”

Now, Riley did draw back enough to put a few inches of distance between them. She frowned up at Gianna, her bafflement obvious. “You’re excited for our twenty-year college reunion? Apparently, I don’t know you well because I would have never guessed that.”

Gianna’s lips curled into a little smile as she dipped to press a light kiss to Riley’s lips. Very brief, though, because she couldn’t let herself get sucked in.

Not yet, anyway.

She had a plan for the evening, and getting lost in Riley happened a little later.

“I, personally, think it’s beautiful that we can still keep the mystery alive, even after knowing each other for twenty years, being together for eight, and having four children.” Gianna couldn’t resist pressing her lips to Riley’s again before swiftly pulling back and reaching down to take Riley’s hand in hers.

Their fingers slotted together automatically as Gianna led them into the room.

Their twenty-year college reunion took place in their old student hub, decked out with photos and memorabilia from twenty years ago, when they’d all started here as freshmen.

Even though there had certainly been updates to the building, it was so familiar that Gianna instantly felt like she was transported back in time.

The feeling sliding through her had her grasping tighter to Riley’s hand. God, she remembered so clearly what it was like to walk through this building – cutting through to get to a class in a nearby building, meeting Riley in the attached lounge where they’d liked to hang out.

And true to her word, Gianna was excited.

She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Honestly, she’d been looking forward to this day since she and Riley had officially gotten together, on some level. She’d taken Riley to one of their college haunts on their first real date! Clearly, this thought was in her mind somewhere.

Even if it had been subconscious – which it had been. Because she hadn’t registered this plan until their invite to the reunion had come across their emails a couple of months ago. But as soon as her eyes had landed on the words, she’d been able to picture herself and Riley attending so clearly.

She wanted it. She wanted to walk through the place in which she had fallen in love with Riley, this time wearing her wedding ring.

“Gianna and Riley, here together. Why am I not surprised?” Heather Griffin, who’d lived in the dorm room across from them sophomore year, exclaimed as she approached them. She leaned in to hug them both, before leaning back and eyeing them appraisingly.

“You shouldn’t be,” Gianna agreed as she slung her arm over Riley’s shoulder, deliberately letting her ring glint in the light. “Because we’re married.”

It had been over five years since they’d gotten married, and it still thrilled her. She still loved simply saying it.

Heather’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, which didn’t shock Gianna. While her influencer status had garnered many eyes on her, she still wasn’t a celebrity. Her personal business wasn’t written up in online tabloids – anyone who didn’t follow her likely didn’t know about her and Riley.

And she wanted everyone to be aware.

“Oh my god!” Heather exclaimed, bouncing on her heels. “That is so – so sweet . You two were so close; that must be so perfect.”

“It really is,” Gianna agreed, smiling widely with the truth of it.

Riley’s hand came up to intertwine with the one Gianna had over her shoulder as she shot Gianna an amused look before turning to face Heather herself. “Unsurprisingly, marrying your best friend is as great as you could imagine.”

Gianna hadn’t known it was possible, but her smile grew impossibly bigger. There were fewer rushes as heady as hearing how sincere Riley was when she made statements like that. When Riley affirmed aloud that she felt so much for Gianna, the way Gianna did for her.

In fairness, Riley did many unspoken things that made Gianna feel that way, as well. The way she would comb her fingers softly through Gianna’s hair or stroke her thumbs over Gianna’s cheeks. The way she made a point of stealing private moments with Gianna whenever they could – which wasn’t easy, with four daughters under the age of ten.

Gianna wasn’t sure that there would ever come a point, though, where the knowledge that Riley was in love with her didn’t amaze her on some level. She wasn’t sure it was possible, not when she’d harbored these feelings for so long, unrequited.

“Shut up ; I didn’t believe you two would actually come! I can’t believe you’re here!” A voice exclaimed to their right, and all three turned to see Misty Brown, with whom Gianna had shared several courses, rushing toward them.

As Gianna would have expected, she was dressed fashionably, with a Gucci bag slung over her shoulder.

Much like her keen fashion sense, her personality seemed to have remained intact as well. The second she was close enough, words bubbled out of her at a volume that made her impossible to ignore.

“I still am not over you abandoning all of your socials! But, anyway,” she waved her hands in front of her, “Enough of that – for now. What I’ve been waiting for years for is to say – that confession?! Riley! How you two were sleeping together, and then you had feelings …” She halted, arching a severe look toward Riley, “Was that some sort of ratings gimmick for your news station? I mean, no judgment if it was, I suppose, because it was the most interesting thing I’ve heard on the news in my life. But I have wondered for so long!”

Riley’s lips ticked up into a small smile, her cheeks pinking slightly at the reminder of that ill-fated – or wonderfully fated, depending on how you looked at it – broadcast nearly ten years ago. “Hi, Misty. Really nice to see you again. And no, it was very much not intentional.”

Misty’s mouth fell open as she darted her eyes between the two of them. “Well, that’s quite a mistake, huh?!”

“I never said it was a mistake,” Riley quickly interjected. She was still wearing a smile, but there was no room for debate in her firmly correcting tone. “I said it was unintentional.”

Misty pouted her lips as she made a soft aww sound before snapping back to attention as she waved several people from behind Gianna and Riley over. “Before you say more – the women from my B.U. chat are going to want to hear everything.”

And so the next hour passed –

Running into old acquaintances and either informing them of their life update of being married or receiving comments from those who already knew they were together as they’d followed along with Gianna’s life updates over the years.

They excused themselves from being in the middle of the fanfare, Gianna pressing her hand lightly to the small of Riley’s back as they headed for the refreshment table.

“I think it’s so fascinating how many people seem equally surprised about the fact that we got together and surprised at how long it took for us to get together,” Riley commented, laughter sparking in her hazel eyes.

Gianna grinned back down at her, shrugging as she reached out and first handed Riley a flute of champagne before taking one for herself. “Let’s be honest – most people found our friendship to be a little intense, even before we were together.”

Riley hummed as she took a sip. “You aren’t wrong.”

She stared intently at Gianna over the rim of her glass, sipping again, before she commented, “Also, you holding court for the last hour has tipped me off about what you were so excited about for tonight.”

Both amused and unsurprised, Gianna arched a look at Riley, reaching out to wrap a lock of that honey-colored hair. In the last year, Riley had started getting a little more lax about her salon appointments.

She still got her hair straightened, but there were weeks – sometimes over a month – where her curls started to return. When Gianna asked Riley if she was making a new stylistic choice, Riley had simply tossed all that luscious, thick hair into a manageable ponytail and shrugged, “Love, between the twins being born, Anya starting first grade, and Emmi being… Emmi – as well as the craziness at work, and trying to still fit in time with my gorgeous wife? The hair appointment is the first thing on my calendar that can wait a while.”

Riley seemed content with managing her waves turning into curls, and Gianna, frankly, loved them.

She pulled her focus away from her wife’s captivating hair and sent Riley an expectant look. “All right, carina. I’m waiting for you to give the exposé on my excitement for tonight.”

Even though she sounded like she was teasing, she really wasn’t. Because she knew that Riley knew her well enough to have put together the truth.

“You want everyone that used to know us to know that we’re together now,” Riley mused, swaying closer to Gianna. She tipped her glass up at Gianna, playfully challenging her to deny it. “You like that eeeeveryone here, who knew us as platonic Riley-and-Gianna are seeing that we are now married Riley-and-Gianna.” She wore the cutest conspiratorial smile as she shook her hair back, tilting her head up at Gianna.

They were standing close enough now that their chests brushed, that Riley’s warm breath washed over Gianna’s jaw, as Riley murmured, “I’m onto you, M?kinen. I’ve got your number.”

“It’s Beckett , actually,” she corrected, tilting her head down at Riley so they were mere inches apart.

And she didn’t care if anyone was staring or what anyone was saying.

Because, “And, you caught me,” she confirmed unashamedly. “I love it. I love that anyone here who knew the us back then sees who we are now. That we not only made it as best friends but that we’re more.”

Gianna was reasonably certain that most people they went to school with hadn’t known about her feelings for Riley. Other than a single drunken cry she’d had in a bathroom at a house party a few months into dealing with her feelings for her best friend, she’d never mentioned it to anyone. And Riley had been the only person she’d truly been close to who could read her like a book.

But if there had been anyone here – like Anthony, the guy Gianna had mistakenly attempted to set Riley up with that one time. The guy who may have turned out to have been a huge asshole, but who’d set Gianna’s entire worldview on fire by being the person that had given her perspective on her feelings for Riley – that may have suspected anything, she loved knowing that they now saw that it worked. That she and Riley had gotten here in the end.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment, before she confessed, “I also really wanted to do this for College Gianna.”

That little wrinkle formed between Riley’s eyebrows as she took in Gianna’s words.

Wanting everyone to know that they were together was a bold feeling inside of Gianna. But this part of the truth made her feel vulnerable.

Still, she felt safe showing all of her vulnerabilities to Riley, so she elaborated, “I just… College Gianna spent so much time here – literally here – wanting you. Wanting to be with you. And I wanted to be here with you ,” she lifted her hand, lightly pressing her thumb to that perfectly plush center of Riley’s bottom lip. That place she’d always loved. “For College Gianna.”

Riley’s eyes were wide and understanding, and the look in them was so sweet.

Before she could say anything, though, a man’s voice came from their left.

“Riley! I thought that was you.”

Both Gianna and Riley froze where they stood, as that particular voice was familiar for both of them.

Unpleasantly so. Very, very unpleasantly.

She could feel Riley’s posture straighten, tight against her, as they turned in unison, coming face-to-face with Ashton.

AKA Asshole Ashton.

AKA a man that Gianna had deemed her arch nemesis the day he broke Riley’s heart.

In fairness, she hadn’t been his biggest fan even when he’d been dating Riley – especially not when he’d proposed right after graduation. Like, Gianna’s personal feelings aside, Riley had a whole life ahead of her! What was wrong with this guy?!

Then, when he’d cheated on her, Gianna had felt so… torn. Because – again, personal feelings aside – it meant Riley would be able to focus on carving out the career in journalism that she’d been so doggedly intent on since they’d literally met rather than throwing her lot in with this asshole. But it had also left Riley devastated. And, again, what the fuck was wrong with this guy?!

He’d had Riley , and he’d thrown her away.

No matter what, that was enough to make Gianna know for certain this man was a fucking moron.

Somewhat annoyingly, he’d aged very well. He looked distinguished, starting to gray at his temples, still clearly fit under his well-cut Armani suit.

Gianna’s eyes narrowed as her grip on Riley’s waist tightened.

She took a visceral satisfaction, though, knowing that even if he looked good, she and Riley looked better. If she did say so herself.

And she did.

Riley looked like she’d attempted to smile, but it froze in place still as a grimace. “Ashton. Wow. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

He shrugged, a wide smile on his face. As if he had the right to smile at Riley!

Gianna didn’t give a shit that it had been over fifteen years since he’d cheated on Riley; she didn’t care if it had been fifty years – he shouldn’t even have the nerve to look in her direction.

“Yeah, I know. My company moved from L.A.-based to Manhattan-based last year, though, so I figured – hey, I’m local-ish. Might as well swing by and see how everyone is doing.”

The hand Gianna had wrapped around Riley’s waist tightened, and she could feel that she was glowering at him. Riley sent her a quick, concerned look before she cleared her throat. “Uh, sure.”

Seemingly undeterred by her short, unengaged response, Ashton slipped his hands casually into his pockets. As if settling in for a chat. “Yeah, so I just got here. Walked in and clocked you immediately.” The smile on his face was clearly designed to be charming.

It made Gianna want to scratch it off of his face.

“I mean, you look… wow. You look really, really great, Riley.”

“She really, really does,” Gianna interjected, biting at the inside of her cheek.

He turned to look at her, giving her his attention for the first time in the evening. That was typical of Ashton, though. In college, it had made Gianna foolishly think maybe he was good enough for Riley; she seemed to be the only person his gaze focused on. Pfft.

“Ah, Gianna. Good to see you, too,” he offered, far more politely.

Perhaps it was because the last time they’d communicated, Gianna had threatened to castrate him. And she’d meant every word.

“Wish I could say the same.”

He cleared his throat. “About that…” He reached up, running a hand over the back of his head, sliding his gaze back to Riley. “You know, it’s been so long, and I was a stupid kid back then. We both were, really, to get engaged back then, right? But, regardless, I’ve never forgotten the way I treated you. It’s – it’s one of the only things I look back on and really wish I’d never done.”

“We were stupid back then,” Riley agreed, her placid tone making Gianna double-take. But that grimace she’d had upon Ashton’s arrival was gone, replaced with a look of sheer… calm.

Relief filtered over his face. “Yeah. Yes. I’m – hey, you want to grab another drink and catch up, then?”

A real smile tugged at Riley’s lips, then as she shook her head. “Sorry. No. I’m actually here with my spouse.”

A thick, heady satisfaction started sliding through Gianna then.

Ashton’s eyebrows winged up high on his forehead, obvious surprise mixed with disappointment. “Ah. I didn’t realize your husband was here.”

“She didn’t say a husband,” Gianna asserted, unable to stop herself as she felt Riley’s hand land on top of the one Gianna had curled so possessively around her waist. “It’s a wife, actually.”

He was such an easy read, as confusion slid over his expression before he dipped his gaze down to their hands, resting on the perfect curve of Riley’s hip. He stared there for several long seconds, as if unable to compute what he was seeing. Gianna deliberately traced her finger slowly along Riley’s.

Finally, it appeared to dawn on him as he zeroed in on their rings, his mouth falling open as his gaze whipped back up to theirs.

This time, he split his focus between her and Riley. “I – you – the two of you? Married?”

“With four kids,” Gianna added with a dark glee.

She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t know.

After all, even back in college, he had taken oh-so-much pride in not having any social medias. She could only imagine that hadn’t changed into adulthood, as it made him seem so authentic .

“Four – you – all right. Huh.” He reached up and rubbed his hand over the back of his head again, shaking it before dropping his hand heavily back to his thigh. “Well, then. I guess that’s… maybe it’s not surprising.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Riley agreed, squeezing her hand over Gianna’s. “So, really, you can let go of feeling bad about the past. I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.”

God, that feeling that settled inside Gianna at the certainty in Riley’s voice was so strong, possessive, and thrilling – it made her lightheaded.

“With someone who would never cheat on her,” Gianna couldn’t help but slip in the barb because even if Riley had made peace with what Ashton did to her, Gianna hadn’t. She never would.

Anyone that broke Riley’s heart was on her permanent shitlist. Til death would she part with it.

Ashton winced appropriately as he sucked in a breath. “Right. So… congratulations, I guess?”

“Thanks.”

“If you’ll excuse us, Assho – Ashton,” Gianna deliberately slipped up with the moniker he’d held in her mind for over a decade. Just so he knew. “We have somewhere to be.”

“By all means,” he muttered, turning away from them, clearly still reeling from the informational download.

Gianna slid her hand over Riley’s lower back, tantalizingly close to her perfect ass, before using it to grip Riley’s hand with her own and leading them away. Heading right back for the entrance.

Riley easily kept pace with her, squeezing her hand in Gianna’s a few times. “That was interesting.”

“Seeing Asshole Ashton?” Gianna asked, curiously shooting Riley a look, even though her walking didn’t slow.

“I suppose, yes. But mostly, it was interesting that you seemed… jealous. Gianna M?kinen Beckett, jealous. Never thought I’d see the day,” Riley’s tone was light, the teasing note of it clearly intended to soothe any part of Gianna that may still be experiencing a dark jealousy.

Oh, but that feeling of jealousy remained. Hot and greedy, taking up space inside of her as she led them through the doors and back into the main lobby.

“I’ve been jealous,” she informed Riley. Again, because she could tell Riley anything. Even this fact that she’d never shared with anyone.

“When!” Riley demanded to know, shock and fascination coloring her voice. Still, though, she diligently and unquestioningly followed Gianna as she turned and led them down an adjoining hallway. “You’ve spent our entire adult lives proudly proclaiming to be free of the green-eyed monster.”

“I suppose it’s only a fib if you count our college years as our adult lives,” Gianna admitted.

And it was a bit of a fib on her part throughout the years. Because her schtick about not experiencing jealousy had started in college.

For the most part, it was true; she’d never had any feelings of jealousy over anyone she was sleeping with, which was what people generally assumed she was talking about. Even Riley had.

Gianna pushed open one of the double doors to where she could so clearly picture in her mind. Back in the day, these doors had always been left open. She supposed they likely still were when this area of the building wasn’t reserved for an event.

Finally, they were here. In the student lounge they’d spent so much time in.

This lounge, now, was somewhat dated. Even with the lights off now, she could see that the couches were the same style they’d had back when they’d attended university. The layout of the room was precisely the same.

The newer main lounge had been updated in a different building, where Gianna believed the majority of college kids spent their time these days. She always got the updates in her alumni emails, given that she was a fairly large donor to their alma mater.

This was the institution that had led her to Riley, after all. The least she could do was give back financially.

She continued to lead Riley along through some of the bookshelves toward the back of the room. Toward the area they’d often met up in back in the day.

“You know you have literally no one on earth to be jealous of, right?” Riley asked, all traces of confusion and teasing gone. Now, she was left with a beautiful sincerity as she stroked her thumb along Gianna’s.

“I’m not jealous now ,” Gianna responded, finally stopping them precisely where she’d aimed to be. Right in front of the couch they’d congregated on. Sitting here during afternoons of homework or late nights after going out dancing and partying, gathering their snacks here as it was the halfway point between some of their most popular haunts and their dorm.

She spun Riley to face her before not-so-gently pushing on Riley’s shoulders, so her knees hit the cushion, and she fell with a slight yelp onto the couch.

Gianna wasted no time in straddling her, hitching up her dress without a second thought as she braced her hands on Riley’s shoulders. “I was jealous then . So, so jealous.”

She descended her lips to Riley’s, eager, wanting, and hungry.

Riley met her beat-for-beat, her hands coming to land on the backs of Gianna’s knees before slowly, sensually, sliding up the backs of her thighs.

She keened into Riley’s mouth at her touch, arching into her as she slid her tongue against Riley’s.

That was the heart of it. She’d felt the hit of jealousy tonight, as seeing Ashton. Especially at seeing how keenly he’d eyed Riley. As if he truly thought they could talk in private. As if a part of him – any part of him – thought they could somehow reunite.

This may be a reunion, but it wasn’t that kind of reunion.

But this jealousy rearing up inside her wasn’t rooted in the present.

In the present, she knew she had no one to be jealous of. She knew how deeply Riley loved her, wanted her, desired her. How dedicated she was to their family.

No, this jealousy that ate her up from the inside out, that had her hands streaking into Riley’s hair and taking fistfuls of it just to possess it, to be able to feel her fingernails scratching against the back of Riley’s neck, was entirely rooted in the past.

This was a bone-deep jealousy College Gianna had been forced to endure. And even though it had long faded, it clearly had never fully been forgotten.

With that in mind, she used the grip she had on Riley’s hair to tug her head back, exposing her throat. Riley willingly moved with her, giving Gianna access to everything she wanted.

She nipped her teeth into the base of Riley’s throat, right where her collarbone met the hollow, relishing in the quiet keen Riley let out.

“I couldn’t have cared less about who the people I’ve let share my bed fantasized about. About who they’d been in love with, who they yearned for. In fact,” she corrected, dipping her tongue into the hollow of Riley’s throat, feeling her groan. “I was glad every time they didn’t want me like that. I was the opposite of jealous.”

She used the tip of her tongue to lick up the column of Riley’s throat, feeling her swallow so hard. “It made things easier for me. Because as long as they didn’t want me for anything more , I didn’t have to ever feel guilty that I would never want them .”

It had been so simple to never be jealous of her lovers over the years because of that simple fact.

She kept her fist in Riley’s hair tight as she lifted her gaze and stared at her for several seconds. Until her wife’s hazel eyes blinked open, dark and needy, up at her.

“You are mine , Riley Jane Beckett. Mine. And we’re here tonight to give that fulfillment to College Gianna. God knows she needed it.”

With that, she scratched her nails down Riley’s neck and leaned back down, sucking Riley’s plush bottom lip between her own.

Riley was hers . Just as she was Riley’s. The last time they’d sat in this very lounge, sixteen years ago, she’d been Riley’s, and didn’t imagine this was a whisper of a possibility for her future.

She moaned, long and loud, into Riley’s mouth when Riley slid her hands up and cupped her ass. Then she whimpered as Riley dug her nails in, just enough to make Gianna feel the bite of it.

Exactly what Gianna fucking loved.

Her hips started rocking into Riley’s, searching –

Only for the lights in the room to flip on.

Riley’s hands stilled against her as Gianna pulled away from their kiss, panting, as she looked around.

They were in the back of the room, hidden behind several bookshelves as they sat on their couch. But there were definitely voices at the entrance.

“Yeah, let’s start the setup in here, now. We’ll start to migrate over for the later crowd – the coffee and baked goods in here, the alcohol and louder music over in the main hub.” Someone – undoubtedly one of the organizers – said to someone else.

As Gianna caught her breath and looked around, she saw that, indeed, there were several of the blown-up photos and decorations in the lounge. Things she’d overlooked because she’d been a little focused on her goal.

Balancing with her hands on Riley’s shoulders, she smiled down at her.

The needy, possessive feeling was far more muted now as she stroked her thumbs over the soft skin of Riley’s exposed shoulders. Especially as Riley smiled up at her, cheeks flushed, pupils blown.

Gianna returned her smile. “It seems our private party is going to be cut a little short due to the much larger party heading our way.”

Riley’s hands slid from her ass down her thighs again, the firmness of her touch making Gianna shiver. “We could leave if you feel you’ve successfully given College Gianna everything she would have wanted.”

Gianna couldn’t help but rock down against Riley once more, the bolt of pleasure shooting right through her, making her dig her teeth into her lip to keep quiet.

“I’m not sure College Gianna is entirely… sated just yet. Which is entirely unfortunate.”

Riley arched an eyebrow up at her. “I think our imaginations are plenty powerful enough to carry out your past sexual fantasies at home. After all, we shared a room in college, and we share one now. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

The grin she shot Gianna was sharp and wanting, and it deepened Gianna’s arousal even more.

“I’ve always loved the way you think.”