“Don’t be like that,” he cooed to Damon. “He was really flattered you approved of his taste in women when you adjusted yourself right in front of him at the sight of my mother.” “In a bathing suit, Kai!” Damon pointed out, looking at Kai over his shoulder. “I mean, what the fuck? Jesus.” I shook with a laugh, remembering that day last summer when we were all at Kai’s house. “And you all think I don’t have any shame,” Damon said. “If she weren’t your mom . . .” “My father would still rip your dick up through your stomach and out your mouth?” Kai retorted. Damon quieted, settling back into his
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