“I already hexed his penis to shrink an inch every time he lies.”
My head tilts, brows high. “Inches? Not like…” Hands flapping, I hedge, “Centimeters?”
“Inches.”
“So… he had a lot of, um… length to lose?”
She nods solemnly.
I bite my lip, stomach flipping as memories of Kade’s impressive dick assault my senses. That man could lose five inches and still hit my g-spot.
“How much?”
Abby shrugs. “At least ten.”
“Ten inches!?” I screech, spilling my drink all over the floor as I shoot to my knees. “But.. But..Abby! You’re so tiny! How did you even accommodate a ten-inch dick without dying?”
She snorts tequila and coughs into her sleeve, wagging her fingers in my face. “Really good foreplay and giant fingers to stretch me out.”
“You swear?” I ask, still in shock. “Ten?”
“Ten.”
I suck in a breath so sharp I might’ve dislodged a lung. “Not like... combined total from multiple sessions?”
She shakes her head. “Single session. Single source. Single soul-destroying cock.”
“Jesus, Abbs. That’s not a penis, that’s a bodily hazard.”
Abby sniffs. “The man not only caused emotional damage but also pelvic bruising.”
“You lucky little slut,” I mutter, shaking my head. “One for the bucket list?”
“Yep.”
“Did you really hex him yet?”
She tips her head back and wails. “No! I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Cheater or not, the man fucks like a god!”
We fall apart, both of us cackling so hard it turns into a wheeze. My face is soaked with tears again, but at least these are from laughter.
Eventually, the quiet creeps back in and we both slump, legs tangled, tequila forgotten.
I wipe my cheek and whisper, “I’m so happy you’re here, Abby.”
“Me too, ginger tits. Me too.”
Chapter Fifty Two
The Town That Keeps Me
It takes everything in me to leave the house.
The air feels too sharp, the sunlight too loud, and I keep tugging at my cardigan like it’s armor instead of cotton. Abby hands me a to-go cup from Snug as a Mug and starts prattling about the barista being cute, but my brain’s still fogged with the weight of everything that’s happened.
We stroll past the bookstore, the hardware store with Holt’s signature red flyers in the window, and the corner where the honey stand will go back up next month. This is my first time downtown since the break-up.
Since I left him.
