Deidra's P.O.V.
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"B-boys," Dave stuttered as he shot to his feet.
The one who was newer to town, Psych, according to his cut, stepped into the office, glaring at Dave.
"Boys?" he asked flatly.
"Oh, uh, w-well-"
"You're like 25 years younger than him," I blurted, hating myself for my inability to shut the f***k up.
Psych turned his head to me and raised one of his dark brows. The man is menacing, that much is obvious. I must have some sort of defect though, because I just can't seem to shut up.
"I just mean... that kinda makes you a kid to him, a boy, if you will," I rambled. "I just mean that maybe you should let it go. We all see that you're nothing but man, Psych. So, let him, like, keep his tongue or whatever?"
Oh. My. Fu.cking. God. What the hell
