“You weren’t about to, like, you know . . .” “No, I don’t know.” I bite my lower lip, holding back laughter. “You’re gonna need to be a little more explicit than that.” “You know exactly what I’m referring to, Becker,” she bites out through gritted teeth, cheeks flushed a rosy shade of pink. “Don’t pretend you’re that clueless.” “You’re asking if I was about to fuck myself up here?” I grin at her outraged expression. There she goes again—so easily flustered. “Alone in my bedroom while all of you partied downstairs?” She nearly chokes, eyes popping wide. “I, uh, I wasn’t—” “What?” I cock my
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