“What?” I ask, turning over and looking up, where I get a perfect between-the-legs shot of Romeo’s bare balls. “Oh my Jesus.” I scramble out from under him as he bends down and pulls up his board shorts. “I saw your balls. Oh my God, I saw your balls.” I crawl away and then stand up, hand to my forehead, trying to replay how that all just happened.
THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE HAS FLASHED PEOPLE IS GETTING INSANE
