I say, “So, hangin’ out with your ex is super fun. We should do this more.” Carter smirks. “See why I fucked the art teacher?” “I might’ve fucked the art teacher too, if it was the only way to get away from her,” I admit. “Oof, would watch,” he murmurs. I grin, my cheeks flushing, and bump him in the side. “Behave yourself, Mr. Mahoney.” “Never,” he murmurs back.
