“Who has a fuck buddy?” My head snaps up, and my blood runs cold as I stare wide-eyed at the other two. Gracie's mouth falls open, and her hands shake at her sides. Our worst nightmare is about to become an even nastier reality. Gracie turns to me, motioning toward the walk-in closet beside the bed as Adam tries to cover for us. “Oh, uh, just some buddy of mine.”
