“Dude, that was amazing,” I manage. “How’d you run it so much?” I try to sound like it’s shop talk. He gives me this little sideways smile. “I’m a runner,” he says. Motherfucker lets his eyes do this little smolder thing, like he’s sex-camming and he’s being coy with me. It gets my dick up, and my fucking heartrate. And when I look at Jenna, I can tell she saw it, too.
Cause yall are not slick
