“It must be magic, because you always say that after you and Joey fool around, all you want to do is cuddle and all he wants to do is sleep. But I swear when Quincy and I do it, we get rejuvenated.”

“Yes, I’ve heard all about Mr. Gigantic Schlong and your hours of sexcapades and post-orgasmic pizzas.”

Roni flushed with memories of their sexy morning. She hadn’t shared any specifics about their sex life with Angela other than saying things like, We thoroughly enjoyed each other multiple times or His mouth should come with a warning label, but it felt good to participate in girl talk, rather than just listening to Angela’s stories. Roni felt like she was catching up on some of the things she’d missed out on when she was growing up, like actually having a boyfriend and private jokes and experiencing what it was like to want to share her life—and her bed—with someone. She was so used to being alone, she hadn’t been sure how she’d feel spending every night with Quincy, but it had happened so naturally, she couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“Do you ever wish you had more experience? That you’d been with more guys?” Angela asked.

“No. I care about Quincy, and that makes it special.” Roni knew that certain things she and Quincy did weren’t new for him, but he’d told her they felt new because he was doing them for the first time with a clear head and a woman he cared about. “I have to be honest, Ang. I always thought you were making up how much you enjoyed sex.” She headed out of her bedroom and said, “But if it’s half as good as ours, then I know you probably weren’t.”

“I definitely don’t have to embellish. Joey is a sex god. We barely made it into my apartment Friday night after we left the bonfire. Speaking of my sexy-ass fiancé, can you believe he’s got stacks of Christmas gifts already bought and wrapped for his family? I swear he’s Mr. Christmas.”

“I’m sure he has yours bought and hidden away. He spoils you.”

“And I love every second of it. Can you believe Thanksgiving is only four days away? This year went so fast. I’m so glad we have a four-day weekend. I’m planning on enjoying stay-in-bed Friday with my sex god.”

“Isn’t that how you spend every day when you’re both off work?” Roni teased, pacing her living room.

“Usually,” Angela said. “But we’re going to pick out our Christmas tree next weekend, and you know it’ll be up until all the needles fall off.”

Roni was excited to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with Quincy. “I think it’s fun that Joey loves the holidays so much. Remember the artificial tree Gram had? That thing was so old, it practically fell apart when we cleaned out her apartment.”

“I remember. You wanted to give it a funeral.”

“I did not.” Roni laughed. “I was just sad to get rid of her things.”