Page 7 of The Holiday Clause
“Your teachers aren’t this hot.”
“Or this naked.”
“You’re going to get a virus on your computer.”
“No, I won’t.”
Logan rolled his eyes and went back to configuring the settings on his own laptop, ensuring all the firewalls were in place since his brother was corrupting their network.
“Logan, you’re missing it. Her friend just showed up.” Soren teased. “Is it just me, or does she look a little like Tammy Reynolds?”
“Yeah, maybe if Tammy had boobs.”
“She’s got boobs.”
“Hardly.”
“You know who’s got big ones? Jenna Blackwell. She was flat as a board last spring. Then she came back in the fall with cannons the size of grapefruits.”
“She’s probably stuffing.”
“No way. At the last pep rally, she was bouncing around like crazy. Tissue doesn’t do that.”
“I’m more of a leg man.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You’re not a man. You’re seventeen.”
The moans and grunts coming from Greyson’s laptop grew ridiculously dramatic. Real people didn’t actually make those sounds during sex, did they?
Greyson hit a few keys and shut his laptop.
“Hey, I was watching that!” Soren snapped.
“Drool on your own screen. I need a shower.”
Soren snickered and reopened his own laptop. “I will.” He typed something in on the search bar. “Hey, you know who has nice legs?”
Greyson paused at the door. “Who?”
“Alison Jenkins.”
“Her sister’s annoying.” Now that the moans had stopped, Logan could rejoin the conversation.
“What the fuck’s her sister got to do with anything?”
Logan shrugged. “She’s in my grade.”
Greyson tilted his head. “Alison doesn’t do anything for me. Now, Ashley Stables, on the other hand?—“
Soren groaned. “That hair.”
“I know.”
“How do girls do all those waves and clips? She sits in front of me in Chemistry, and I can smell it. She must use strawberry shampoo. It gives me an instant hard-on.”
“You should ask her out.”
“Nah. She’s still with Jace.”
