“Though if someone else hits my girl, you beat them up. I’ll be in the fetal position,” I said. Zeke's mouth twitched. “Just tell me who,” he agreed with enthusiasm. “Um, my girl?” Isaac asked, his eyebrow raised. “Oh, like you don’t have names you call your body parts,” I shot at him, letting go of my breast now that she wasn’t hurting so much. The guys burst out laughing. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, hating being a girl at the moment.
