"Are you absolutely sure about this trip, Mayari?" Loren, my friend/ f**k buddy, asked again, shifting in his first-class seat.
I shot him a look that clearly communicated he was being redundant. "Am I entirely sure? No, that’s precisely why I’m dragging your ass with me, just in case."
Loren’s smile was knowing, the kind that screamed, ‘I know you still have a massive, childish crush on your stepdad.’
"Seriously, Loren. I'm past that hormonal teenage phase now. The 'just in case' is a precautionary measure. If my body decides to be a traitor, I need you to be my lightning rod. Every time I get wet thinking about Eryx, I can just use you instead."
"Ouch. That cuts deep," Loren replied, but the genuine amusement in his eyes betrayed him.
"You? Feel hurt? Since when?" I teased the most
