creep.” “You’re all too young for that kind of talk,” Hughie stated, casting a meaningful look toward his sister. “Especially you.” “Oh my god, we’re sixteen!” Claire laughed. “And that’s rich coming from the boy whose headboard is positioned directly against my bedroom wall.” Walking over to her dresser, Claire began to bang her palm down on the dresser in a hard rhythm. “Oh, yeah, baby, give it to me,” she mimicked in a male voice. “Oh, Katie, I love what you do with your tongue—” “Claire,” Hughie hissed in warning. “Pack it in.” Unperturbed, Claire continued to mimic his voice, speeding up
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