He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

Penny: Are you home yet? Halsey: This doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to trick her. Penny: Dear God, Holmes, didn’t I tell you to grab your balls? Posey: I witnessed the balls comment. My balls actually shriveled up from it. Silas: I’m still trying to dig mine out of my asshole after she mentioned raw nipples. OC: Uh . . . am I supposed to be on this text thread? Pacey: What’s happening? Posey: Penny is part of the Frozen Fellas now. Silas: Trust me, don’t fight it. She has raw nipples. OC: Is she taking Eli’s place? Silas: Consider Eli dead. I don’t think he can stomach the pressure. He’s softened since he’s become a dad. Penny: There is nothing soft about him! Posey: Christ, Silas, don’t anger it. Penny: It? Posey: HER! I meant her! Don’t anger her. That was my phone. Not me. I’d never call you it. Please God, don’t make my nipples raw like yours. OC: You know, I think this Frozen Fellas thing has become a bit too much for me. I was all for it until raw nipples were brought into the conversation. Penny: Are you calling me raw nipples as a nickname, new guy? Posey: Oh dear God. It’s angered. Posey: I mean she! She’s angered. Silas: Well, there go my balls again.