CHAPTER 27. A THREESOME
I try to stop this. I don’t want it to spiral into something I can’t control. I’m trying to force something out of her mouth.
“What are you saying, Palmer?” I ask, watching her from the bed as she slowly begins to walk backward toward the door.
“You’ll find out, baby girl. Don’t worry. You already said you wanted to have fun. Want to watch Netflix and chill in my house? No problem. Come on, let’s go. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
I exhale. I don’t have a choice anyway. I was the one who came up with the suggestion, and she agreed. It’s not like I can back out now.
“Okay fine, I’m coming,” I mutter, checking out my clothes.
She glances at me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“There’s no need, baby girl. You’re perfect just the way you are,” she
