We fell asleep immediately afterward, but I woke her up the next morning with my head between her thighs.
Because I also knew it was all going to end soon.
FIFTEEN
FELICITY
The day after Hutton and I returned from our trip, I met Millie and Winnie for breakfast at Frannie’s bakery.
Saturday mornings were always crowded at Plum & Honey, but Winnie had managed to snag a table in the back, and she waved frantically to me as I walked in. Millie was already at the counter, and a moment later she sat down with a plate Frannie had heaped with our favorite treats—monkey bread muffins for Win, blueberry lemon scones for Mills, pain au chocolat for me.
After sneaking into the kitchen to hug her hello, I ordered a cup of black coffee and sat across from my sisters, who swooned over the ring, the box at the Met, the story about the dress.
“Nooooo! You and those bloody noses!” moaned Winnie. “Is the dress ruined?”
“Not really,” I said. “You can hardly see the spot.”
“I love that you had one fancy day and one day just dressed down for yourselves,” said Millie.
I smiled. “Me too. We had so much fun both nights.”
“I bet you did.” Millie’s eyebrows peaked above her coffee cup.
Winnie’s sister radar perked up, and she glanced back and forth between us. “What’s that look? What don’t I know?”
“I was just wondering if Felicity had to use a safe word in New York.”
Winnie’s jaw fell open. “Oh my God. What?”
“Didn’t you know?” Millie grinned wickedly and whispered, “Hutton has a kink.”
Winnie’s eyes bulged as she stared at me across the table. “I cannot believe you have been withholding this information from me, and I demand that you tell me everything immediately.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed my glasses up my nose. “Listen. Do I ask you everything about Dex in the bedroom?”
“No, but I tell you everything anyway.”
I laughed. “Well, I’m not like that. Some things are private.”
My sisters exchanged a look. Winnie blew a raspberry. Millie booed and gave me a thumbs down.
“At least one little detail, please?” Winnie clasped her hands.
I sipped my coffee for dramatic pause. “I did have a safe word. Although I don’t think I used it correctly.”
Millie burst out laughing.
“Whatever you did, was it fun?” Winnie asked eagerly. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “It was hot. I mean, I can see why some people would not like it, and it definitely takes a certain level of trust, but we had a good time.”
“And he’s okay with the party?” Winnie asked, her eyes worried.
“Winnie!” Millie whacked her on the shoulder. “That is supposed to be a surprise.”
“Ow!” Winnie rubbed her arm. “She already knows, okay? She dragged it out of me.”
“It was like shooting fish in a barrel.” I smiled. “But I was glad she told me. I can’t say he’s thrilled, but we’ll be there.”
“And what about a wedding date?” Winnie looked at Millie. “Any progress there?”
“There’s one Sunday afternoon available at the end of August,” Millie said, shooting me a glance. “I have it reserved for now.”
“Thanks, Millie,” I said. “I promise to get you an answer in the next day or so.”
“I hope so! Invitations need to go out—that’s only a month away.” Winnie checked her phone. “Shoot. I have to go, I promised Hallie and Luna I’d go swimming with them at eleven. Let me see the ring one more time!”
I held out my hand, and she gazed longingly at my finger before sighing. “It’s so beautiful. I’m so happy for you. When do we talk bridesmaid dresses?”
“Uh. Soon.”
“Yay!” Winnie stood up and shoved the rest of her muffin in her mouth. “Okay, I’m going.”
Alone with Millie, I felt her eyes on me. “What?”
“A real wedding dress? A real ring?” She shook her head. “What’s going on? I’m starting to wonder if the joke’s on me. Maybe I should save the date.”
“We had to buy the dress because my nose bled on it,” I insisted. “It doesn’t really look like a wedding gown. Just a party dress. And I even tried to pay for it.”
“What about the ring?”
“The ring was just a gift,” I said, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in my stomach.