“My balls are sweating so bad, I’m going to chafe my gooch!” I opened my mouth to give him a lecture about discussing his bollocks around my girlfriend, but the sound of her laughter had me holding my tongue. “What’s a gooch?” “Oh my god, you did not just ask him that, Shan,” Lizzie grumbled from where she was making a daisy chain. “Ew,” Katie groaned, joining her daisy chain to Lizzie’s one. “I hate that word.”
