“You want me to keep Drew licking your fucking cone to myself, too?” I bit. His face flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not what it looks like. She’s just—” “Better get those oxtails home, Wesley.” “Come on, man. Don’t be like that. From one guy to another, you know how Avery can be. If she found out, she’d make it something it’s not. She’s a bit of a drama queen with a temper regarding this friendship between Drew and me.”
