Chapter Thirty-Eight
“You’re a…” Jagger struggled with his words while his eyes remained fixated on me. “Yeah.” I sighed. It’s about time you figured it out, roomie. “Jagger, Brooke! You’re making us wait for like a thousand years.” Lewis exaggerated. “Uh… what do we do?” Jagger clearly did not know what to do next. “Um, I’m the one naked underneath, why don’t you get off the shirt first?” I suggested with a smile. “Oh, but I’m also naked underneath this shirt, don’t you think?” So not a gentleman… “What the hell are you two doing? Playing games right now is like asking for a death wish from yours truly.” Lewis approached us and then eyed our ‘single t-shirt’ situation. “You know what? It’s fine… I don’t want to be feeling your chest anyway.” I got impatient so I was about to go dow
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