I knew I should have called Stef, not Knox and Nash. But Stef was busy with his own grand gesture. “Lucian, what the hell is going on?” Sloane demanded, opening the pizza box with suspicion. A movement in the shrubbery caught my eye. Knox Morgan, wearing camouflage and green face paint, rose out of a rhododendron with his phone. He gave me the thumbs-up. “What. The. Fuck?” I mouthed to him. “Video, asshole,” he mouthed back, pointing at his phone. I leaned over the railing and shoved him back into the bush.
i cant w these men lmao
