“If Tylar accepts, then she can have me,” Dez says, winking. “You game?” She nods slowly, her cheeks blushing with the alcohol. “I’m game.” “If you can handle me.” He smirks, slapping his friend on the chest. “And Kade already has Abbie, so there won’t be a riot from the twin dragged from the pits of hell.” “Stop saying that shit,” Base says. “She’s not that bad.” “But she’s Satan’s twin? We all agreed.” “If you want me, then stop talking about my best friend like that,” Tylar says, crossing her leg over her knee and quirking a brow.
