Thatcher punched him…hard…in the shoulder.
“What the f***k, bro! You just ruined everything.”
Rosalind and I practically jumped out of our skin and locked eyes on our mates, heat rising to our cheeks as we’d been caught. But we erupted into laughter, and I was clenching my thighs together so I didn’t pee all over my beautiful dress. Tears were leaking out of my eyes and I tried desperately not to ruin my makeup.
“Hi, as stupid hot as that was…can someone please explain???” Thatcher was beside himself at this point. He was in jeans and a green button up, sitting on the floor his head in his knees. Not shy about adjusting himself every minute or so.
“Rosalind was helping me to practice how to handle the bloodsucker. Like you said Thatch, I’m too genuine and I need to practice handlin
