“Fuuuucccckkkk,” Zayn says, recovering from his shock. “Smart move, Pen. Smart move. Good way to rinse the guys of their cash.” “I wasn’t trying to rinse them of anything,” I whisper, my cheeks burning now with embarrassment. Neither Dax or York have said a word, or even moved an inch, and it’s starting to feel really awkward. What the hell was I thinking? “You weren’t? Woah… Does this turn you on, wanting to see them kiss and touch each other?” Zayn asks gently.
