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“Uhhm. Yeah. Like. I wanna fuck you right now.”

“Ahem,” a voice said from my left.

I glanced to my side. Eddie was sitting on the side of the bed.

What the fuck?

I was embarrassed, but more than anything, I was shocked that she was sitting on our bed. The entire ordeal seemed weird, but I dismissed it to her probably admiring Smokey’s new tattoo.

“What are you…I uhhm.” I shrugged innocently. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She grinned. “I like it too. Just not quite as much as you, obviously.”

I looked at Smokey, swallowed, and then let out a sigh. “I uhhm. I need to get dressed. And if you want that to happen, you’re both going to have to go somewhere else.”

He shook his head. “Two things. First of all, since when do I leave when you get dressed?”

“Since you got that tattoo,” I said. “If you stay, we bone. If we bone, we’ll be late. So, you gotta go, mister.”

I looked at Eddie and cocked my head to the side. “Sorry Eddie.”

She raised her eyebrows. “No big deal.”

I looked at Smokey. “What’s the second thing?”

“Neither of us are going anywhere,” he said.

I wrinkled my brow. “Huh? I’ve got to get ready.”

He pushed himself from the wall, walked up to me, and looked me over. “We need to talk to you.”

The tone of his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy, either. I scanned my memory for anything I might have done, and short of eating the rest of the hot dogs, came up with nothing.

“Both of you?”

He nodded.

“Okay.”

“We have a question,” Eddie said.

I looked at her. “Uhhm. Okay.”

She looked at Smokey. “You first, or me?”

He shrugged.

I looked at her.

She met my gaze, let out a sigh, and scratched her nose with her cast. “I need to know something,” she said dryly.

I cinched my robe. “Okay.”

“So do I,” Smokey said.

Eddie cleared her throat. “Me first.”

“No, me first,” Smokey insisted.