Rain.
“I do think there’s something better we can do,” I say, pushing a cart behind Emma who is checking out the various sized dildos in the racks.
We’re back in this stupid s*x store and I much rather be anywhere else.
“I told you my old ones don’t do it for me anymore. And what better birthday gift can you give me than a 12 inch purple d**k that I can split myself on.”
“Jesus, Em.”
“What? You’re the one who forgot my birthday, getting her cheeks clapped by Rhysand.”
“Come on, I’m sorry.”
She spins to me, her face growing serious. “I thought you were done with them.”
“I am,” I say tightly. “For real this time.”
She sighs like she doesn’t believe me. “I’m just glad we’re done with Colt, at least,” she adds before letting the matter rest. Turning, she grabs a scary looking dildo
