“Hey,” I pipe in. “She is too helping. If I didn’t have my Nerf gun, I probably would have jumped Lo. Sex crisis averted.” Ryke steps away from Daisy and turns on me. “If you’re having problems controlling yourself, maybe you shouldn’t be locked in a room with your boyfriend.” He points at the toy gun on the bed. “But this is your fucking solution? Really?” “Looks more fun than doggy style,” Daisy chimes in with a lopsided smile. “No,” Ryke says one word to refute that. I’d have to agree with him. Nerf guns are not as fun as doggy style.
