“Jesus Christ, this is gross. We can still hear you guys, you know.” Lazlo’s voice cuts through our moment, crackling in our earpieces. I pull away from Xander, breathless and disoriented. His eyes stay locked on mine, pupils blown wide, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth before we tug our masks back into place. “Sorry,” I whisper, touching my fingers to my swollen lips. “Don’t be,” Xander murmurs, only for me. “Seriously,” Lazlo continues in our ears. “I can hear you breathing. Like, every little gross wet noise. It’s like being trapped inside someone else’s porn session. At
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