Page 159 of Fighting the Forbidden

I blow out a breath and force what I hope looks like a bored expression on my face instead of a guilty one. “When did we have time? You guys chased Griff out of our room.”

“We didn’t chase him away.” Hayden tosses her hair off her shoulder and huffs at me. “He did the gentlemanly thing and let us have the room since we were roomless.”

Kyla’s sad, watery eyes focus on me. “Can we please not talk about all the awesome sex you had with your?—”

“We didn’t have sex!” Get a grip, Molly. The louder you protest, the guiltier you sound.

“Be honest. Does he have a huge wiener?” Hayden holds her thumb and forefinger like a pistol, then turns toward Darcy. “Have you seen the size of his hands? His dick must be huge.”

Darcy snort-giggles and spreads the fingers of one hand wide, staring at it with a smile. “Hands, nothing. Did you see him in those shorts last night? He looked like he was smuggling an eggplant down there.”

“Oh my God!” I explode. “Would you stop?”

“Guess we solved the mystery of the blood on the sheets.” Darcy snickers into her open hand.

“Ignore them, Molly.” Kyla wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my shoulder.

I return the hug. “Thanks.”

“But…” She lifts her face, a devilish smile curving her lips. “Take my advice: don’t ever try to deep-throat his eggplant if you’re drunk.”

Darcy and Hayden erupt with laughter.

I shove Kyla away. “You guys suck.”

“We need to live vicariously through you, Molly,” Darcy whines. “What are we working with? A pickle or a cucumber?”

“Please stop comparing my boyfriend’s anatomy to different vegetables.” I glare at Darcy. “It’s weird.”

“Honestly, the size doesn’t matter.” Hayden lifts her chin like she’s some sort of expert on the topic. “What matters is if he knows what to do with it. Bonus points if he’s not afraid to use his hands and mouth.”

If my face gets any hotter, I’m going to spontaneously combust.

“Ohhh! Mollleee!” Darcy squeals and points at me. “Your face is so red, Pennywise is going to inflate you and tie a string around your ankle.”

I stare at her. “What the hell?”

Kyla frowns at her, then turns to me, wearing a face better suited for an investigative journalist. “Be honest. Does he go down on you?”

“Are his fingers magic?” Hayden asks. “I bet they are.”

Darcy narrows her eyes on Hayden. “I never knew you had this weird hand obsession.”

Hayden opens her mouth to protest, but I cut her off.

“Everything about Griff is magic,” I say. “He’s very…giving.”

The three of them either groan or laugh.

As if our smutty conversation summoned him, a text from Griff lights up my screen.

Griff: In the hallway.

Me: K

“He’s here. Please don’t say any of this embarrassing eggplant stuff in front of him.” I throw a warning glare at each of them.

I glance at my backpack, the bag and hanger I slipped over my dress, and the vase of roses. All ready to go.

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