Page 82 of Out of My Flocking Mind

At that, I threw my arms up. “Fine, you can both fuck off.” I stepped out from between them and headed toward Ruben.

“Grey,” they both said, their tones so similar I had to fight a laugh.

“Nope. I’m out. Maybe if you both fuck one another you’ll get over this whole rivalry thing, because neither of you are fucking me until you work it out.” I slid my arm through the crook of Ruben’s, pulling him to get him going.

“What if they really do have sex? In my council room…”

I shrugged. “Well, I’m not cleaning up the mess.”

And just like that, I felt like no matter how crazy my life got, how lost I felt, how unsure I was about my path, things would be okay.

If my biggest worry was cleaning up after a little sword-crossing fun?

I’ll be just fine.

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