“
I looked at Poppy. “She still wins hands down as president of this club. She can’t even call it sex, yet.”
Cali rolled her eyes. “I’m just bein’ polite.”
“Say sex,” Poppy dared her.
“I can say the word,” she grumbled. “You’re bein’ ridiculous.”
I saw Nate heading for the kitchen and smiled. This should be good.
“Then say Devin and I have hot, sweaty sex before we go to sleep each night.”
She glowered at me.
“You can’t, can you?” Poppy dared.
Cali squared her shoulders like she was getting ready to do battle, then spit out quickly, just as Nate stepped through the wall. “Devin and I have hot, sweaty, mind-blowin’, off the charts, sometimes deviant, SEX before bed each night. Are you happy now?”
“Good to know,” Nate stated as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room, unfazed by our conversation. “Thanks for the update.
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C.P. Smith (Double Trouble (Wallflowers #2))