It takes me a moment to figure out what she’s talking about. “Oh! The Bulletproof Bride?” I give a nervous laugh. “To be fair, you were kind of my muse for that.”
“Really? I’m not sure whether I should be flattered or offended.”
I put on my best puppy eyes. “I’ll lend it to you for free?”
“Fine,” she huffs. “But I have one condition.”
She points at my tequila. “Chug.”
I hide my face in Matvey’s chest. I should’ve known it would end up like this. Tipsy April has absolutely no filters—and no shame.
Which is how I ended up jumping him the second I stumbled through the door. “Maybe it was two,” I mumble against his skin.
I roll on my side and pout. Unfortunately, I’m wrapped in blankets and nothing else, so it doesn’t come across as particularly convincing. “Ask your wife. She’ll tell y
