Mitch looked at his friend as though he’d grown a second head. Then he gave a low whistle. “Damn, straight for the jugular, huh?”
“I’m curious,” Lucas said, his tone serious. “Is that something you could… See yourself doing?”
Mitch frowned. “You mean, like… All of us in the same room with the others watching? Or are we all participating in this scenario?”
Lucas’s face reddened slightly. “Don’t make it sound like a circus.”
“I’m just trying to picture it,” Mitch said with a mischievous grin, stretching his lips. “You, me, maybe Tyler and Alaric… All of us trying not to bump elbows. Or d***s. It’s a wild thought.”
Lucas groaned. He covered his face with his hand. “You’re impossible.”
Mitch leaned forward, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Come on, admit it… The idea freaks you out. But yo
