Maisie
Thomas keeps sneaking glances at me, his smirk never fading. I’m still mortified, but I can’t help feeling a bit defiant. I find a few books that look interesting and stack them on the desk, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
“Hey, Thomas,” I call out, trying to sound casual but knowing I’m about to stir the pot. “Do you think Arlo watches porn too?”
Thomas chokes on his laugh, almost losing his balance. “Why? You planning on getting some tips?”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smirk. “Just curious. You know, for research purposes.”
He grins wider. “I think Arlo’s got better things to do, but who knows? Maybe he’s got a secret stash somewhere.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Yeah, right. I bet he’s too busy being all broody and mysterious to have time for that.”
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