I should turn away, but he’s a goddamn car crash and my eyes are glued to the scene. “Jesus, must you?” I ask. Karson leans back on the balls of his feet, his hand working faster until he comes in the vase with a satisfied groan. “Is this how you’ve been operating since I’ve been gone? It’s a wonder you haven’t been caught. They’ll get your DNA off that, dumbass.” He goes to put it down. “Ah, ah, you gotta bring your jizz jug with us.”
IM WEEPING
