“And if I wanted to hire an escort… a guy… just to kiss me,” I mused. “Would that be possible?”

“Kiss where?” Jorel asked.

“On the mouth.”

“Who’d pay someone for a kiss on the mouth?” Rita laughed.

“Someone who doesn’t kiss on the mouth, like me.”

Jorel started laughing, Rael coughed, and Gabe stared at me, his cheeks flushing. In seconds, all eyes were on him.

“Out of practice, Gabe? Forgot how it’s done?” Jorel teased.

“Do you two ...