“If this is about Rory,” he continues, nervously raking a hand through his messy hair, his body swaying slightly. “I didn’t know she was yours, man. She didn’t say anything until this morning.” “You fucked her.” It’s a statement, not a question. He swallows hard and nods. “Look, I’m sorry. I had no idea. We’re friends. We’ve fucked before.” I tighten my grip, my jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known.”
Hes fucked 5 ways from Sunday
