“I should go back to the bus and shower,” I whisper, but Ransom is grabbing me by the arm. “After that, you have to see us play,” he says, mouth twisted to the side in a crooked smile as he tugs me into his arms, against the soft sweet smelling fabric of his sweatshirt. “Don't you think you deserve a good show after all that work?” “I'm …” I swallow a little and reach back to play with my hair. It's a little tangled from the wind … maybe from rubbing up against the wall, too. “Well, I don't think boys quite get how messy sex is for girls.” “Oh, it's messy for us, too,” Pax says, his wicked
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