“I can’t do this, D.”
She shoved herself up, glaring at me. “What’s wrong with you? You aren’t gay, are you?”
“You seriously aren’t asking that, are you?” I stared at my pants and the places my hands had ended up and started to laugh.
Deidre followed the progress of my eyes, noticing that my baggy jeans didn’t conceal the fact that I was hot for her. My hands were on her breasts and her lipgloss was all over my face.
“Do I really need to answer that question?”
“Then why are you telling me no?”
“Ask your mom,” I said softly.
“My mom? What’s Mom got to do with…
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