“What? That I shouldn’t be looking at her boobs? It’s not like there’s anything there,” I say the fucking truth, but I realize immediately that it sounds bad. I don’t need a girl to have big breasts in order to love her or find her attractive. None of that matters. Connor arches his brow at me. Yeah, this is exactly what he told me not to do. Fucking A. Lo waves his plastic butter knife at me.
