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I shook my head as Archie said, “No.”

“You asshole,” Dalton accused. “Who?”

“The twink,” Archie said, stare sliding to Dalton like he was absolutely prepared to share all of the gossip.

“What twink?”

Archie looked back to me. “Are you going to tell him or am I?”

“How do you even know?”

“Frankie told Owen and Owen told me. Of course.”

“I want you to tell me,” Dalton said, angling away from me and giving Archie his full focus. “Flynn is going to lie.”

“I’m not a liar.”

“Frankie and Flynn made out and it was horrible.”

“Agreed,” I grumbled.

“So Frankie dared him to kiss someone else. But Flynn has already had his tongue inside of half the patrons at Rapture.”

“I think that’s offensive,” I said.

“Not if it’s true,” Barclay chimed in.

“Better my tongue than my dick,” I countered and he shrugged me off.

“Tongue in half of them, dick in at least a third,” Dalton added.

I huffed, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“Frankie picked him a perfect little twink, and Flynn had him up against the wall in no time, all hands and mouths, and all of that.” Archie gestured broadly, swirling his hand in the air. “You know how it goes. Anyway, they left together.”

“They what?”

Again, all attention was on me, and the heat in my cheeks would have been warm to the touch if I’d raised my hands and checked.

“Did you take him home?” Rob asked.

“I should have taken him to your house,” I snapped. “But no. Just a hotel.”

“Which hotel?” Dalton winged up a brow and I glared at him.

“One with a bed.”

“And you fucked him?”

“We slept together,” I said, not interested in sharing the details with any of them.

There wasn’t any harm in kissing and telling, or fucking and sharing, as it were, but I was thinking about the kind of man Rose would deserve and I wagered that the kind of man who talked to his friends about what happened behind closed doors was probably not too high up on the list. Maybe one small thing to change.

“And that’s that?”

I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth. “I don’t have plans to see him again.”

“But you want to?” Dalton asked.