“Ugh, gross. Forget it. You feel like crap and I’m here talking nothing but filth. We’ll gossip tomorrow…”
“I never want to gossip about it, and you need to get a grip, Thera,” I warned her, grabbing some clean clothes so I could take a good shower.
Kiara should already be asleep by now, so I’d save myself the explanations.
“We agreed you’d play hard to get with that promiscuous male, and you almost went straight for his jugular,” I scolded her, distracting myself with her shallow commentary.
“I didn’t want to say it, but did you actually see that huge thing or did you go cross-eyed?! The perfect d**k does exist!”
“For the Goddess’ sake, give me strength… We’re not going anywhere near the prince again, even if he’s got a raspberry d**k. We’ll avoid him as much as possible and that’s f
