Thanks For The Great Party

Seth woke up this morning with a hangover punching him between the eyes and zero memory of how he got it. The only souvenir was three smeared words on his palm: ‘nuru massage.’ He started hunting and wound up in front of the Nuru house, where Stephanie met him at the door with a grin that said she’d seen hangovers before. They swapped jokes about last night’s chaos, she handed him a towel, and they padded into the bathroom together. The second she dropped her robe and that lean, flawless body flashed in the light, Seth’s pulse kicked hard. But the real zing hit when she rolled out the slick plastic mattress and brandished the bottle of thick, glistening gel like she was about to film a bad adult comedy.