“While I’m loving hearing this touching conversation about how you’re going to defile my best friend, let’s get this show on the road,” Sam’s voice hissed out from above, causing me to let out a small shriek and almost fall off the table. Ben’s arms tightened around me, keeping me steady. “What the hell, Sam,” I whisper-shouted. I could see the outline of his face pop out from the roof overhang, his bright eyes and smile clear. “I could say the same thing,” he whispered back. “First, I have to hear you fuck the grumpy one in the dining room, and now this?”
