Best Friends Become More
They saw “What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” and Zoey argued the same theory while we were in Amsterdam. “Seriously Mia, stop being such a prude, you only live once.” I shook my head. “You got to be kidding me. You want to go to a nude beach?” “What else should two hot ladies do on Nude Day?” she shrugged, finishing her third free drink, courtesy of three different guys trying to get in her pants. Zoey was a twelve out of ten. She had black as night hair, emerald green eyes, ruby red lips and dimples that made her look both innocent and seductive at the same time, an oxymoron that seemed impossible, yet true. If her face was beautiful, her body made men drool even more. Her 40D breasts defined gravity, and …