OLIVIA
“I’m serious,” I said, throwing my hands up. “Meanwhile, I can’t even walk straight. My legs gave out halfway to the bathroom this morning.”
“That man’s not real,” She replied, shaking her head.
“I’m convinced he trained with gods,” I muttered.
“Or he is one,” She teased, leaning back with a grin. “Girl, I hope you stretched first.”
I shook my head, letting out a breathy, “Mhhppp—”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin, her eyes sparkling. “See, that’s my kind of man,” she said, giggling. “Four hours straight? Please. I haven’t had a hookup like that in forever. I need those kinds of sessions… you know, the kind that leave you sore in all the right places. Medically necessary, obviously.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
She gave a proud little shrug. “I’ve been called
