“Why is he so off limits?” She just gives me a level stare. “Puppy, do you want him to be on limits for me? Do you maybe wanna set us up? Maybe you wanna watch him grind on me in this kitchen a little—” “No,” I say, heat burning in my cheeks. “No?” she echoes, eyes twinkling. I know she’s teasing me. “No,” I repeat. “No Compton.”
