“Please. You don’t have much to look at. Just making sure there’s no chance of a nip slip. But those little cotton balls seem to be staying in place.” Everly and Charlotte were laughing hysterically as I rolled my eyes. “They’re not cotton balls, you little tartlet. They’re pasties.” “I wonder if Hunter will think your pasties are tasties,” Dylan said in her deepest voice, and the room erupted in laughter again. “You’re so twisted, Dilly,” Charlotte said, wrapping an arm over my shoulder.
