"You do have a perfect time to call, Scar. I'm almost reaching my peak." Devy groaned.
A shock registered in my brain before I convulsed with laughter.
"You're crazy, you witch! You're having a díck in your box right now?" I asked, laughing. She joined in.
I heard Dante complaining in the background. By the sound of it, he wasn't so happy with the interruption. It was seven in the evening.
"Of course not. We're doing other things. Díck is not the only thing that can get you to the seventh heaven, you pythoness!" She fired back, giggling loudly.
"Caelan's has seriously cut you some slack now, huh? He's no longer a mother hen around you and Dante?"
"Oh, you can say that. He's now become a rooster, but a grumpy one. You're to blame. Who else? He's more considerate these days. He giv
