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Zach’s face is flaming red as my eyes fall to what is covering his junk.

“Penis potholders!” I giggle uncontrollably.

“What? That’s his…” Zoe moves closer and bends over, examining Zach’s private area. “Oh. Well I’ll be damned. That isn’t a real dick.”

Zach glowers down at her. “How did you think it was a real dick?”

She stands and shrugs. “I don’t have my contacts in. Now move it. You’re blocking the coffee. And go put pants on. No one likes a damn Slytherin.”

Zach’s mouth floats open, his face full of shock as he stumbles out of her way and over to me.

“I should have put pants on, I’m sorry—but hey, at least I put a shirt on.”

I grin up at him. “And you found your penis potholders.”

He jerks his head Zoe’s way. “Should you be letting her pour hot coffee without her eyeballs working properly?”

“She knows her way around a coffee pot almost as well as she does a dick.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

“Oh, so it’s just your vision that’s fucked up? My bad.”

“Delia, why is your boyfriend only wearing a shirt, panties, and socks? He looks like a tool.”

I wait…wait for Zach to correct Zoe on the boyfriend label. He doesn’t. Neither do I.

“I think it’s kind of cute…in a nerdy sort of way.” I wink at Zach. “You’re my favorite nerd, by the way.”

Zach shakes his head and makes his way to my bedroom. He emerges seconds later wearing his jeans and heads straight for Marshmallow’s cage.

“Delia, where’s Marshy?”

“He’s not in his cage?”

“He is not.” He places his hands on his hips, and fuck me if he isn’t hotter when he stands like that. “Hey, Zoe?”

She makes a noncommittal noise and takes a drink of her coffee, keeping her eyes anywhere but on Zach.

“If I walk into your room, will I find a fluffy baby goat?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you steal his goat, Zoe?”

She sets her mug down and crosses her arms over her chest. “Define steal.”

“Zoe!”

“What!” She waves her arms around. “He’s so cute and soft and you had someone to snuggle with last night and I didn’t. It was only fair!”

I groan. “Go get the goat, Zoe.”

“Fine,” she grumbles and pushes past me. “But we’re getting our own goat so I can have a snuggle buddy.”

I peek at Zach, who’s trying hard to hold his laughter in. “So, Zoe got my goat.”

“And you thinkI’mexhausting.”

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