"Real quick, Chosyn and I are hosting Christmas at my crib this year." "Nigga, you know I don't care where we at long as we're together. I'll let Navy know. Tell Chosyn our pajama sizes are small for Navy and double XL for me. A nigga needs room to let his dick and nuts breathe." "You just told her yourself." Wolfe laughed. "Wassup, Chosyn." "Hi... uh, hey, Honor," I stammered, caught off guard by the friendly tone. "Love is love. No need to be shy. Wolfe is like my son, lowkey. You hurt him I'ma have to take you boating and feed your ass to the sharks, tho'."
