Jake shifts to my side. “What are you—oh—fuck—” He gasps, his hand going to his mouth like a Southern Baptist church lady. “When the fuck did you do that? How did you do that? Why did you do that?” His gaze darts up to Caleb’s face. “You wanna get into all that now? Or you want to fuck our girl before the staff kick us out of here?” Caleb deadpans back. “Well…both,” Jake admits. “I mean, does it help?” I snort again. “Help what? His balance? I doubt it.” Jake rolls his eyes at me. “I meant like, with sex. Is it…does it make the sex crazy good or something?”
