“Hotel? Wait—he doesn’t stay with you?” “No, he has a hotel room close by.” “And you stay there with him?” “No, he stays there,” I say sheepishly, “and I stay in my room.” “Is he straight?” Hardin asks, his bloodshot eyes dancing in amusement. My eyes go wide. “Of course he is!” “Sorry, but something is not right there. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. I would fuck you every chance I had.”
Im cackling
