“What was that about?” I ask. “I think she was asking if she could fuck me in the Fun House.” My jaw drops. “Are you kidding me?” I spin around, ready to march back and throw a ball at her head. Or her clamped nipples. Henry lassos me with an arm around my chest. “Relax, I’m joking. Sort of.” He holds up the small package. “This is going to look so good in you—”
