“There are a million bubbles in this thing,” I pointed out. “I’m more covered up than I am in most of the clothes I own.” “That’s true,” Caleb agreed unhelpfully and Darius’s eyes flashed gold. “That is not the-” he began, raising his hand to point at me, the paper bag full of precious coffees swinging wildly. “Gah, put the coffees down and stop freaking out,” I demanded. “They’re just tits, dude. No one cares.” “You seriously did not just dude me again,” Darius growled, stalking across the room and Caleb casually turned his eyes back down to the book in his hands even though I could tell he
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