“That’s fucking hilarious,” Ryke says to Lo, unamused. “Haven’t you heard? I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since rehab,” Lo says. “I’m cured.” I don’t think he even believes that. “And Connor isn’t a genius. Lily’s not a sex addict. Daisy’s not a supermodel. And I have fucking fantastic college buddies who ask me about anything other than three-ways.” “I don’t know what world you’re living in,” Lo banters, “but that one sounds fucking weird.”
