“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” I turn at the familiar, excited voice and give a shirtless Gabe an exasperated grin. “Can’t a girl just kick back and have a little fun without the judgment?” I tease. He chuckles, his long legs eating the distance between us. “Sure, a regular girl can, but you’re not a regular girl, are you? You’re Mallory-Fucking-Ellis, slayer of dong and owner of bitches.”
