“Is he serious?” I stage whisper to Callum, who pulls my body into his and huffs into my neck. “Unfortunately,” he grumbles, sounding half asleep. Rad frowns, bumping his own fist, and sighs. “You all left me hanging. It’s rude. So, what are we doing today? Obviously, my girlfriend is not killing herself at work. So… what should we do?” I sigh, putting an arm over my eyes. “I’m not your girlfriend, Rad.” “You can say that and believe it, but no matter what you say, you’re mine. If another man besides my best friends even approaches you, I’m gouging their eyes out and wearing them as trophies,”
