GREEDY BOY. My face prickled as I stared down at the words, heat rushing over my skin. If she called me that while we were… doing stuff, I might shoot myself into the stratosphere from the force of my orgasm. “Greedy,” a voice said in front of me. I almost dropped my phone as my head snapped up. I stared in alarm at the barista on the other side of the counter, stuffing my phone guiltily into my pocket. “What?” He gave me an odd look. “I said Greid. Order for Greid.” “Oh.” Letting out a squawk of awkward laughter, I reached for the two takeout cups. “That’s me. Greid. I’m Greid. It’s, uh, it’s
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