DAMI’S POV

The movie had just ended, but Rhea and I were still laughing so hard our stomachs ached. We were sitting cross legged on my bed, a bowl of popcorn between us, the room dim except for the warm glow of the TV.

The scene we couldn’t stop laughing about was the one where the newlyweds that were both virgins stared at each other on their wedding night, clueless and shy.

Rhea had almost spilled her drink when the groom whispered nervously, “Do we just start?"

I wiped a tear of ...