“Hey, man,” I greet him, plopping down beside him on the couch. “Hypothetically speaking, what does it mean if a girl you’ve been sleeping with suddenly asks you to stay the night?” He looks up at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It depends.” “On what?” “On whether or not the girl in question is Kaia Karras,” he says, a smirk spreading across his annoying face. “Rai, you don’t need to use the girl’s full name,” I say, rolling my eyes. “She’s not a fucking celebrity.” “She is in this house,” he retorts, not missing a beat.
