“Goddamn, I didn’t realize she had so many tattoos,” Kyle said from the living room, low enough he probably thought I couldn’t hear him over the TV. “Did you see that one on her inner thigh?” Braden whispered back. “That shit had to hurt.” “That girl is nasty,” Kyle said, but he said it in a way that made me feel strangely… honored? Like nasty was a good thing. Was it?
