His fingers wrap around the sharp, plastic edges, his dark eyes flitting down before zeroing in on my face. “Masturbation in the bathroom won’t get you into the Mile High Club, Carter. Plus, no one on this plane wants to sleep with you.” Cain chokes on a boisterous laugh when I narrow my eyes at him. To Andre, I drawl, “That’s not what you were telling me before Zoe entered the picture.” Pure. Silence. Beaumont lasts a total of four seconds before his neutral expression cracks and he’s bent over the board game, laughing so hard that heads swivel in our direction to see what’s going on.
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