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“O
h my God, you look like you just came out of a sex marathon.”
“Rosie,” I hissed, smacking her arm.
Her cheeks turned red, and both her hands jumped to her
mouth.
We were on the coworking space floor of the building at lunchtime, so
more than a few tables were occupied with groups of people enjoying their
break. We had been lucky to snatch one that sat close to the floor-to-ceiling
windows.
My friend looked around, her hands freeing her lips. “Shit, I’m so sorry,”
she whispered.
“It’s okay.” I snickered. She looked so flustered; it was even cute. “No
need to apologize.”
“It’s just that you look all glowy and ruffled.” She kept her voice low and
quiet.
“You can stop whispering, Rosie.”
“Okay,” she whispered again. I rolled my eyes, and she cleared her throat.
“So, you guys are not keeping it a secret or anything, right?”
“I … guess we are trying to figure that out.” I shook my head. “But
there’s a difference between not keeping it a secret and broadcasting to
everybody that I just got laid.”
“You are right. Sorry.” Some of the pink returned to her cheeks. “It’s
your hair, seriously. It looks …” Her hand spun in the air in an
overexaggerated way.
“It’s really windy today, okay?” I passed my hands down my chestnut
locks, trying to tame them. I lowered my voice. “It’s not like we are