“We can’t leave our clothes and condom wrappers just lying around your house,” she warned him. “I’m guessing Britta wouldn’t be okay with that. I know I wouldn’t be okay with that.” “You grew up with sisters. Britta, sadly for her, grew up with two brothers.” He carried her into his bedroom and together they fell onto the mattress. “Trust me. Over the years, my sister has dealt with much worse. But,” he added, “don’t believe her if she calls you a whore when you leave tomorrow.” Charlie frowned. “Wait . . . what?”
