“Yep. Last time I was that up-close and personal with a wand, your best friend’s dick was in my mouth.” His face goes completely pale as horror clouds his expression. “Jesus fucking Christ, Grace! I told you to stop fucking him!” He stomps his foot like a petulant child, and I stifle a laugh of my own. “We’re married, asshole!” she shouts. “I didn’t want to say that, but you left me no choice! Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you fuck with me!” I swear, these two need their own reality show. I’d totally pay for a subscription to the Valentine siblings’ clusterfuck of a relationship.
