Lo calls to me from the bedroom. “Lil, we’re going to watch Blow Hard, and I’m going to fuck you better than…” He trails off to read the label on the back of the DVD while my eyes bug, not willing a peek at Ryke by my side. “…a group of pierced thugs. Huh…” “Lo!” I yell. “I don’t like that one either,” he says. I hear the sound of DVD cases clattering together. Ryke clears his throat beside me, and I glimpse at him for a millisecond, catching sight of his raised brows at me. Can this get more awkward? “Or would you rather I sucked every part of you, love?” Oh my God.
IMSCREAMINGGG.
