Page 52 of Stabby Little

"Yeah, right."

"Try me."

I clench my fists. "It looks like someone peed in it. There. I said it. It's not something I want to put in my body."

"You're such a drama queen." Callum rolls his eyes.

"I'm speaking my truth. It's up to you to decide if it's dramatic."

"It's lemonade." Sparrow can't take my shit anymore. "It's delicious, lemony lemonade. It's dusted with sugar and a sprig of mint and it's as refreshing as can be."

"I don't need you to tell me it's lemony. I figured that out on my own."

"If you don't try it, you can't head to the beach with us." Rusty puts his hands on his hips.

"I see you're resorting to peer pressure. That's so kind."

"One sip." Rusty doesn't back down. "Then you can go to the beach and eat cookies."

I let out a sigh. "If you say so."

I bring the lemonade to my lips. An explosion of citrus goodness and sugar washes over my taste buds. Zesty mint triggers an unexpected reaction in my mouth, making it water.

I glance at the cup. "That's… good?"

"Told you so." Sparrow snatches the glass. "Next time I tell you to try something, trust me."

"It still looks like pee. You have to give me that."

"I'm not giving you shit." Sparrow hits me with another dirty look. "You threw a five-minute bitch fit about the most delicious drink I've ever consumed. We told you it was fine but you still wouldn't listen."

"You want me to grovel?"

"You can grovel in front of Benedetto. Then I'll forgive you." Sparrow sticks his tongue out.

"You're the worst."

"You love me, though," Sparrow drawls.

"Remind me why we're friends again."

"Because we escaped a sex trafficking dungeon together and like Daddies."

Arlo decides this is a great time to leap into the conversation. "You like Daddies, too?"

I nod. "As long as they're on the bigger side—not the skinny freaks who entered the warehouse."

"That's so exciting." Arlo rushes next to me. "I met my Daddy Constantine at a kink club. I tripped over a toy racecar and woke up in his arms."

"Calm down." Callum pats Arlo's shoulder. "Ollie didn't ask for your life story."

"No." I extend my hand. "I want to hear about Arlo's Daddy."

"He's the best Daddy ever." I can practically see the hearts swell in Arlo's eyes. "He heals my owies and snuggles with me in our pillow fort. He buys me stuffies and takes me to the Alien Museum where we eat green alien popcorn and look at the stars.”

"He sounds like a great guy."

"Have you met any cute Daddies since you escaped the warehouse?" Arlo presses. "Besides the dude you ran away from."

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