Shannon
“So how was it?” Amanda asks, her palm curled around a hot to-go cup filled with her precious breve latte. We’re sitting in our coffee shop, the Grind It Fresh! store directly below corporate headquarters here in the Seaport District of Boston. Ever since Declan bought the coffee chain for me–for us–as a wedding present, I’ve dreamed of meeting friends in my store.
Mine.
Didn’t quite dream this line of questioning, though.
“How was what?” I play dumb. It’s not hard. I just channel my mother.
“Conception sex?” Her eyes go wide, which makes them look like moons.
“Excuse me?”
“Is it better when you know you’re doing it to make a baby? Does it feel different? Do–” She drops her voice. “Do you feel it deeper? Like when the sperm are seeking out your egg?” Read more →