“Why are you taking your clothes off?” “Did you want me to sleep with my boots on?” Noah’s hands gesticulated wildly. “Why did you take your pants off?” “Chafing,” Adam said, deadpan. “You’re certifiable. Like chasing butterflies, bats in the belfry, not all there.” “That’s rude. I am a psychopath. Words hurt, you know.” Noah opened his mouth to apologize when Adam grinned. “I’m kidding. Do you have more questions or can we go to sleep now?” Noah’s brain was turning a mile a minute. “Don’t you live in a mansion on the other side of town?” Adam shook his head with a smile. “No, my dad does. I
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