It was awkward and uncomfortable because I had no idea how to handle it. I liked her, but I couldn’t let her know that. You let a chick know you want her and you’re fucked. Jag and I had just finished a line, and his eyes cut over to Jules, who was sitting on the couch, Kindle in her face and earbuds in. One corner of Jag’s mouth curved up and he chuckled. “What’s her deal?” Sweeping the trace amounts of powder from the table, I shrugged. “Oh, come on, Rush. I’m not fucking stupid, you know? She’s barely said five words to you the past couple of days. Hell, she has barely said any smartass comments to me the past few days. Something’s gotten stuck up her ass.” He arched both brows and his grin deepened. “Wouldn’t be your dick, would it?” “Nope. My cock has not been in her ass.” He nodded and leaned back in the seat, stretching his arm across its back.
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