Darcy opens the cab door and bends at the waist, audibly sniffing the driver’s seat. Then he licks it. Twice. Gross. Fart mouth. You dodged the bullet with that one. I don’t send that; I just hold it up where my boys can see it. Bellamy barks out a laugh. “I wish.” What? Did he already fuck you? Bellamy purses his lips and lets out a slow breath, nodding once. It’s totally hypocritical of me to judge you, but I am. 100%
