““Wait what do you mean by lovelies?” The pretty blush crawls across her collarbone. “Shut up. Don’t make fun of my euphemism.” “You can say a word like euphemism, but not vagina.” She makes a disgusted face. “It’s an ugly word.” But it’s such a beautiful thing. “I prefer to call my stuff lovelies. The bottom line is my lovelies are for my own private enjoyment not public consumption.” I nod slowly. “Uh huh. How about you replay that sentence in your head again, Cooper.” “What I said…” She face palms herself. “Shit, it makes me sound like I masturbate a lot.” “Yeah, it does, but there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s nice we have so much in common.””
