Claire's POV
Sasha shrugged, finally responding, "For me, if something's wrong between me and Taylor, I just cook for him. Good food fixes everything. We talk about it over food and it pretty much settles it."
Abby nodded before leaning forward slightly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Me? I just… flirt a bit. You know, soften the mood."
Sasha smirked. "Hmmm. Of course you do."
Abby laughed, raising her brows suggestively,"And then we talk extensively about it. You know with our body language. Jake especially loves that…you know… make up sex."
There was a brief pause—
Then laughter burst from the table.
I laughed too, though mine came out a little more embarrassed than theirs. Because that didn't sit well. I imagined taking Abby's advice with Louis and the thought made my tummy flutter in a weird way.
"Okay," I said, nodding as I tried to compose myself. "That's helpful. I'll… tell her. This could help them both."
"Oh, you'll tell her?" Sasha echoed, raising a brow.
