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“That’s private.”

“Is he bigger than me?”

“How would I know?”

“Because I told you. That was the whole point of our disclosure session on scars and bra sizes. Which, by the way, I’m still waiting for you to tell me.”

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“I can show you,” I offer, wiggling my brows at her.

“Not interested.”

I survey her tight, V-neck sweater. It looks so soft I want to touch it, and not just what’s under it.

But mostly what’s under it.

“Stop staring at my chest,” she whispers.

“I wasn’t,” I protest. “I was looking at your sweater. Is that cashmere?”

“Yes,” she says. “What about it?”

“Maybe not a C,” I decide. “Could be a big B.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your bra size. Which is it?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“I bet it’s a B. You probably wear one of those push-ups that makes them look bigger.”

She huffs. “Do not.”

“So, is Chaz bigger than me?”

“He’s not eight inches,” she says, glaring. “Happy now?”

“Very happy,” I say, grinning. “And it’s eight and a half. The extra half inch is the best part. I’m told that’s what makes you see God.”

“Oh my god,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Look at that, you’re already calling His name, and you haven’t even experienced the eight and a half.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re adorable. Now stop trying to distract me with all this dirty talk and help me out with my homework, would you?”

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“Remind me again why I have to go to this thing?” I ask, checking my reflection in the mirror at the end of the hallway.

“Because that’s what our girls do,” Rob says, flipping on the light so I can see myself better. “At least you can bring an umbrella.”

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