Devan

Justin shakes his head. “We can have a seat at that crappy round table and talk all night long if that’s what you want.”

I scan the room.

The table is pretty crappy. I mean, it’s a decent chain, but not exactly five-star. For a moment, I consider hiding in the bathroom, but as my mind takes me to the next move, I don’t have one.

Inhaling, I decide to face his dick question head-on. Putting my arms around ...