“You know the walls are just as thin at my dad’s as they are at Van and Kye’s.” It takes my meaning three seconds to sink before her eyes are wide and her cheeks turn red. “Next time you want to get off, come knock on my door. I’d be all too happy to get on my knees for you, Pey. Or, if you like, I can chase you through the woods out back to embrace that kink of yours you told your friends about last week.”
