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“Sage, white sage.”

I gasp, “How dare you?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose then opens his eyes and looks me over, brow quirking as they fall breast level then move quickly to meet my eyes. He clears his throat and turns, saying, “My apologies.”

“Ba-bye.”

As soon as he leaves, I look down and confirm that, yes, my nipples are wowing out.

8

White Sage

Nour

As fucked up as today has been, I managed to stick to my schedule. I ate my loaded omelet and two pieces of toast—one with butter, one with strawberry jam—before my shower. I damn near pulled my dick off, angry fucking my hand, to the memory of the picture now lost in the great abyss that showed the deranged unicorn’s pierced nip.

After Little Hart left with Elle, the boys and I watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills together, and I would have napped liked a champ, if I didn’t lie there, mind-fucking what I did to have Little Hart all tipped over. The only thing I could come up with is Ellie taking off on me, but how the hell could she not realize it was an accident and I wouldn’t have let her get hurt? I did still manage to get some good sleep in.

Blaze and AJ decided to go to yoga with me, so I was still sticking to my routine and yoga did help … until we came back to find Ellie MIA, and then another run-in with Jillian.

It’s gotta be a full moon.

“Zoning out again,” Archer mumbles to Cooper.

“He’s considering his next move. Let the man think,” Cooper whispers back.

“If a man’s gotta think that hard during a game of Candyland, he shouldn’t be allowed to have a driver’s license,” Archer says, shaking his head. Then he leans back, links his hands behind his neck, and man spreads like he’s a grown-ass man and not still in elementary school.

“He’s not grown; he doesn’t have a wife yet,” Cooper whispers to him harshly. “Can’t be grown until that.”

Archer rolls his eyes then looks up at the ceiling. “How are you even related to me?”

I look back at my card and move my gingerbread man to the black dot. “You two are killing me.”

Archer sits forward, rubbing his hands together. “Darn right, we are.”

After getting stuck in Molasses Swamp, it’s over for me. Brand won, Archer came in second, and I was called a loser.

“All right, Jags, go get suited up and hit the field. You owe the hometown fans some extra love this week,” Coach announces.

Walking out of the tunnel, I go through my checklist.

1 - Loaded omelet.

2 - Two pieces of toast; one with butter, one with strawberry jam.

3 - Showered and jerked off.

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