"Shhh–" Sasha put a finger to my lips, gently closed the door, and smiled at me.
I looked at her in shock. Sasha looked as vibrant as ever. She had cut her hair a little shorter, and now it was only slightly over her shoulder, giving her a different look.
Sasha briefly scanned my body, and I knew that she saw the silver anklet on my ankle. Fortunately, she didn't ask any questions. If she had, I would have been so embarrassed that I would die.
Sasha sniffed and said with a mischievous smile, "You smell like Michael now."
I stared at her and felt my face turn red.
"Don't be shy, Cecily." Sasha was still smiling. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Tell me about Michael's performance in bed."
"Hey..." I opened my mouth helplessly.
