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She bites her lip nervously. “I know. Callan said no one will touch Bear, but every other member has been taken out. It would make anyone cautious.”

“They need to be here for the wedding, Rogue. Talk to my dad. Get the reassurance you need.”

“My boobs are going to explode.” Rose groans from her position on the bed, her palms cupping her tits. “Sorry, I need to go pump.” Hurrying to her feet, she winces. “Get the dress, Rogue.”

“That’s gross.” I squirm, shuddering once the door closes on Rose’s departure.

“It’s the most natural thing in the world. Why do babies freak you out so much?”

“They don’t freak me out, I just don’t get the excitement surrounding them. They fuck up your coochie then drain you for a year while shitting and crying nonstop.”

“Do you not want kids one day?”

Ewww.No.

“Did you not hear that my cat ate my goldfish? I’d be a terrible parent.”

Snorting, she throws a balled-up pair of socks at me. “Do you want to do something?”

“Like what?” I catch the socks and chuck them to the floor.

“I don’t know. Let’s hit up a club.”

A zap of excitement chases up my spine. “Are you serious?” Rogue never hits nightclubs.

“Yeah.” She swings her legs out from beneath her. “Callan is on a run tonight, and you need cheering up. Let’s do it.”

Squealing, I jump up and rush her, colliding with her body, tipping us and the chair to the floor. We land with a thud and giggle until we’re breathless.

Staring up at the ceiling, we lie there, catching our breaths in silence until Rogue says, “I think you broke my coccyx.”

“Is that something important? It sounds sexual.” I’m too close to Keg’s litterbox. It stinks.

Turning onto her side and resting her head on a bent elbow, she says, “Everything sounds sexual to you. You’re becoming more like the brothers by the day.”

“I fucked Chris,” I blurt out, covering my face with my hands.

Jolting into a sitting position, she asks, “Who the hell is Chris?”

Oh my god.

I peek through my fingers. Rogue’s mouth is gaping, her eyes the size of Diamond’s hooped earrings. Hysteria takes over me.

“Kitty.” She pokes at my ribs. “Who is Chris?”

“Tim,” I shout, groaning into my palms, pain tightening my stomach.

“Oh, shit.Chris,” she says his name wistfully. “He looks like a Chris.”

“He told me he loves me,” I add, uneasiness swirling inside me.

“WHAT!” she exclaims, making Keg dart beneath the bed in fright.

“I know! It was horrible.”Why does he have to love me?

“The sex was horrible?”

“No,” I whine. “The sex was fine.”

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