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“She hasn’tblownme yet.” He blinks his long curly black eyelashes as if he has no idea what sticking a finger up his ass has to do with it. He probably doesn’t. “And I don’t know why you jerk offs call it blowing.”

“It’s a figure of speech,” Corbin notes, making his way into the lounge. “She doesn’tblowon your dick, man. We’re all well aware of it. She sucks it. At least the ones who know what the fuck they’re doing, right, Caleb?”

And Corbin looks right at me and winks.

Briefly, I wonder how much trouble I’ll get into with Cap if I take that pan of grease and throw it on his face.

I smile. “Yeah, from what I remember about your mom, she sucked pretty good.”

“Have you had sex with her yet?” Owen asks, his feet moving from the floor to the table blocking the distance between Corbin and me.

Finn looks at Owen’s boots on the table, rolls his eyes, and tries to ignore us by finding the container of peanuts interesting. Him ignoring the question is code for no, he hasn’t fucked her.

Owen looks up from the magazine he’s holding. “What’s that chick’s name from the Kardashian family with the big lips?” Owen’s great at diverting a conversation just to piss people off. It’s like sport to him. That, and making bets on just about everything.

I stare at him. Trying to think of which one he’s talking about. I only recall the one with the big ass. “I have no idea. I don’t know any of their names.” I turn to Finn. “So, this chick you’redating, do you know anything about her?” I ask, still smiling at Owen as he tries to Google his Kardashian question on his phone. He hates not having the answer.

“No.” Finn looks at me funny, thrown off by my question. “Should I?”

Evan walks into the lounge, pulling on his SFD hoodie. “He’s never even heard of Michael Jackson. Don’t confuse the kid.”

Finn chews his peanuts in his mouth, then swallows and stares at me, as if he has to explain. “I know who Michael Jackson is.”

I smile. “Uh-huh. Sure you do.”

Evan knocks his hand into the can of peanuts Finn has, sending them sliding across the table into Owen’s magazine and then levels Finn a serious look. “If you don’t know anything about the chick, don’t take her home to your mom. Or get in a relationship with her. Ask Caleb about that.”

What the fuck is this, pick on Caleb day?

Just as I’m about ready to lay my brother out on the floor for his snide comment, Owen leans over to whisper in my ear. “Her name is Kylie Jenner. In case you care. She’s the one with the big lips. I bet she can blow the kid.”

I laugh again, shaking my head.

Most of the time our days start like this, with teasing, ribbing, joking, anything to get a rise out of each other.

Finn’s our guy most of the time, being the probie and everything, but we pick on others too. Clearly my sex life makes me prone to ribbing.

“Hey.” Owen nudges my ribs with his elbow. “Come help me with something.”

He grabs both Finn and me, and we walk out to the parking lot where our cars are parked. He points to Corbin’s car. You know my feelings surrounding Corbin but did you know he put whip cream in my heater vent last week. My truck still smells like rotten milk.

“A little payback?” Owen shakes a vial of gold and turquoise glitter. He turns to Finn. “I got this from Neighbours.”

Finn shakes his head, knowing that’s a dig at him. He met Ken there.

“I remember when you guys did this to me,” Finn notes changing the subject and laughing so hard he can barely get the glitter down the vent without getting it all over the place.

“You should. It was last week.” Owen wipes the excess off with a napkin. “Dude, his car is black. Take it easy, Sparkles.” He brushes a few more bits of glitter away.

Only problem is, he brushes them in my direction, and I sneeze before I can cover my face.

The shit goes everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. In my eyes, up my nose, in my hair, and even my ears. Ever tried to get glitter off yourself?

It ain’t easy. That shit’s like glue.

Evan notices my hair when I walk inside. “Why are you all sparkly?”

Corbin, who’s standing beside him with a clipboard in hand, going over checklists, snaps his head in my direction.

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