“Hey princess, you want to compete at chin-ups?” Lo fucking hates doing them, so he can watch and count. “I don’t know,” Connor says with a casual tone. “Will you cry when I beat you? If so, then yes.” “Just get your ass to the pull-up bar.” Lo stretches his arms. “Hey, don’t talk about his ass like that.” “You’re making my first love jealous,” Connor banters, heading to the bar with me. I’ve become used to their flirty fucking banter. They’re best friends. They’ve lived together for almost two years. They have a much better relationship with each other than I do with either of them
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