I Want Her Bare, Always
“Would you like to join a book club or something?”
I stopped walking and turned to look at her. “A book club?”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “There’s one I’m in. It’s actually really nice. Good people, good conversations. It might help you… reset a little.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You? In a book club?”
She gasped dramatically. “Wow. That’s rude.”
I smiled faintly. “It’s not. I’m just surprised.”
“It’s not boring, I promise,” she said. “And you might like it. It’ll give you something new to focus on.”