Behind The Mask
I scoffed lightly, picking up a glass from the table and taking a sip.
“Tessa, doesn’t she look different to you?” Nico pressed.
Tessa hesitated. “Well… she does seem different,” her voice carried a note of uncertainty.
“You know,” Nico’s grin widened, “the kind of glow that only comes from sexual healing.”
I nearly choked on my drink, sputtering and coughing as the sharp bubbles of the champagne stung my throat.
“Nico!” I managed between laughs.
“Don’t mind me,” he teased. “You’re glowing, and that’s exactly the energy we need for tomorrow.”