“Prude,” Connor calls out, and I flip him off. “I’m not a prude. I just don’t want y’all knowing what my girl might like. That’s for me and her, not you nosy assholes. Besides. I’ve never had any complaints. One ex even sent me a message a month after she broke up with me because she missed my hands,” I say. The admission sets them all off. Ethan tackles me. Grant jumps on top of us. Maverick is cackling, and even I can’t help but laugh. “Huddy Boy is a fucking dog,” Grant yells. “I knew he’d be a freak in the bedroom,” Ethan says, and I untangle myself from them. “I’m not a freak. I just know
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