“That’s my job. Nate sprained his ankle out on the battlefield.” “Oh, baby!” Royce threw himself into Nate’s lap dramatically, knocking the chair over and spilling the both of them onto the pavers in a tangle of ruined designer suits and spattered paint. Nate groaned and cursed between bursts of laughter, trying to shove Royce off while his friend smothered his face in kisses.
LMAOOOO
