He says, “If that theory is right, you must really find your boyfriend fucking ugly.” “Who says I haven’t had lots of sex with him?” His glare could kill. “He’s twenty-three, Dais. If you’re fucking him, he’s going to jail.” She raises her hand in defense and sits up on the skateboard. Ryke’s leg is closer to her crotch in result, but she actually grabs onto his ankle so he doesn’t move.
