Quan burst out laughing and drank more of his orange hangover cure. “Only you would talk about orgasming like it was a sickness.” Khai drummed his fingers on the table. “Can you just get on with it?” “Okay, okay, okay.” Quan took a deep breath before he chuckled, shook his head, and scratched at the morning scruff on his jaw. “First, she— wait, wouldn’t it be awesome if Michael were here? He’s a pro at this shit. I know, let’s call him.” “What? No. Can’t you just tell me?” Quan waved his fingers toward Khai’s pockets. “Get your phone out and call him. He can verify what I say, so you can stop
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