I woke up to warm breath against my ear.
"Evaaaan. Evaaaan."
"Mmh," I muttered, rolling onto my side and burying my face into the pillow. "Five more minutes, please, Jasmine."
"Evaaaan."
"Hm…"
"Why," she whispered, voice way too awake for this hour, "is there a nine-inch strap-on in the trunk of the car?"
My eyes flew open.
I turned my head and stared at her. Jasmine was propped on one elbow beside me, lips twitching like she was barely holding back laughter.
"Ooh…" I said groggily. "That was…"
"Do you want to… get pegged?" she asked, completely serious and absolutely not. "I mean, Evan, you just had to ask. It's a little weird for me, but—"
"No, no, no." I let out a laugh and rubbed my face. "I just… bought it. I don't know."
"Well," Jasmine said, sitting up, "Nala told the valet to wash the car before heading to work."
My stomach dropped.
"And," she continued sweetly, "the valet found that huuuge strap-on. Can you imagine Nala's face when—"
