“Should I guess?” Lo asked. His chest rose and fell with hurried concern. Before I could respond he was pacing the length of the room and spouting off questions. “Were you a virgin? Have you done this often? Do you want to do it again?” He stopped and ran a shaky hand through his hair. “What the hell did he ask?!” “Want to fuck my friend?” I said in barely a whisper. Lo dropped the bottle and it landed in a loud thunk on the hardwood floor.
BRO IS SO STRESSED. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH, GOD.
