Page 67 of Fragile Hearts

“You, too, O,” she replies. “Was just asking Sloane about your weekend. How was it?” She’s smirking at me, and I let out a soft laugh.

She knows it was pretty good by the text updates I was sending while I was there, but I left out quite a few details, and she’s here to get those. Although I don’t see that happening with Owen standing next to me.

“It was fucking epic,” he says, his arm looping around my waist, pulling me close.

“That’s a good way to describe it,” I add, pushing up on my toes to kiss him, and Daisy lets out the sweetest coo when I do.

“You two, oh my god. The fucking cutest.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head at Daisy’s comment. “We’re better than cute, Daze,” I say, kissing Sloane once more before grabbing some dinner.

Daisy grins as I take a seat at the table with them. “So, tell me about the weekend,” she asks, smirking at us. “Don’t spare any details.”

Chuckling, I glance at Sloane, who is smiling, before turning back to Daisy. “Like I said, it was epic. What’s been happening with you?”

Daisy rolls her eyes at my answer, spooning some rice into her mouth as she sighs and says, “Yeah, really detailed answer there, Owen. Thanks.”

I grin, throwing an arm around Sloane’s shoulder. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Daisy turns to Sloane, an evil smirk on her face as she waves her fork at me and says, “Soooo, does this mean you’ve actually got a visual on the twelve-inch dick? Maybe tried it out even?”

“Oh my god,” Sloane says, burying her face in her hands. “Daisy!”

I chuckle, shaking my head as I say, “Daze, what the fuck?”

“I remember that day at school, Owen, the stupid bet you and Miles had. We all saw it, and well, rumor has it...” She trails off, her brows lifting as she looks at me.

“Seriously,” I mutter, shaking my head at her.

“Seriously,” she says with a nod before turning to Sloane. “So, verdict. Is it...?” She holds up her hands, maybe eight or so inches apart before slowly pulling them wider as she waits for Sloane’s confirmation.

“Daisy!” Sloane squeals, her cheeks flushing a little.

“Oh, I know,” Daisy suddenly says, jumping in her chair. “We should totally watch Boogie Nights. Maybe you can check out Dirk Diggler’s for a visual and see how it compares. That’s the level of detail I need here.”

Sloane groans, half laughing as she falls into my side. “Help me,” she pleads.

“Come on, Sloane,” Daisy says, laughing. “I only saw him in a pair of Speedos. I just need to know if it lives up to the hype.”

I snort out a laugh, tightening my arm around Sloane’s shoulders. “Oh, it lives up to the hype, Daze. Don’t you worry about that.” Daisy looks pointedly at Sloane, whose blush is only getting darker as she tries not to laugh, her hands on her cheeks, her head on my shoulder. I can’t resist leaning in, pressing a kiss behind her ear as I whisper, “There’s that blush I love.”

Sloane grins, glancing up at me as she says, “Not helping.”

I laugh as Daisy squeals, clapping her hands together as she says, “We’re totally watching it.”

“In that case,” I say, dropping a quick kiss on Sloane’s lips. “I’m totally out of here. Enjoy your dick movie, ladies. Babe, love you,” I add, giving Sloane another kiss.

“Ahhhh, so freaking cute!” Daisy shouts as I stand from the table, taking my bowl with me as I head out to the back deck.

“Way more than cute, Daze,” I call, pulling my phone from my pocket.

I pull up the group chat I have going with the guys, knowing I’m going to need to get the hell out of here if those two are seriously thinking about watching that movie and making comparisons with my dick. I already know I don’t have a twelve-inch dick, and while I am totally fine with that, I am not about to discuss it with Daze.

Or anyone really, besides Sloane.

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Me: Anyone up for a drink?

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