“You can’t do that without lube,” Karli said, pointing.
James peered over her shoulder at the words he’d typed a few minutes ago, a flush creeping up his neck. “Oh. Right. I was imagining—”
“What?”
“—that maybe if she was really wet…?”
She considered that. Her co-writer was right, but as far as she knew, that didn’t usually happen, and she wanted to set the…