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“Fine.” She rolls her eyes. “Here.”
I take the phone and look down at the group name, almost choking on my tongue.
C.OCK S.UCKIN S.ISTA’s
“Is there a problem?” Sophia teases.
“Cock sucking sisters?” I stare at the phone with wide eyes. “What the hell is that?”
“C for Charlie, S for Sophia, S for Sage.” She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Duh.”
I stare at her for a moment, trying to decipher when I fell so hard for this ridiculously beautiful and uncontrollably hilarious woman. “Okay…” Sophia turns her attention back to her margarita, and I get to work.
Sophia
Hey babes, you in for a party tonight at Noah’s house?
Sage
Abso-fuck me-lutely
Charlie
I’ll be studying
Sophia
Bullshit, you’re coming
Sage
Damn Soph, you tell her
But come on Char, you have GOT to get out
Charlie
Fine… okay
Sophiahas changed the group name toSKITTLE BABES
Charlie
Care to explain the name change, Soph?
Sage
Yeah and does the football party mean you’re finally gonna get that gigando honey dick
I snort, covering it up quickly before Sophia notices. I glance up, and she’s sipping her drink and swaying to the beat of the mariachi music playing over the loudspeaker. My lips quirk upward at her light and carefree mood. Sophia’s phone rings in my hand, andMomflashes on the screen.
“Your mom’s calling,” I say, attempting to hand her the phone.
The smile falls off her face as she takes another sip of her drink. “Just ignore it.”
“Are you su—”
“Ignoreeee.” She waves a loose hand. “Pleaseee.”
