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“No one is getting me on a silver platter,” Rumor said. “That would dig into my back. The only thing I want doing that is the nails of my man as he fucks me into submission.”

I laughed, plating some of the food as I shook my head. Rumor had always said things you wouldn’t expect to come out of someone’s mouth so easily. We’d met in middle school. As we got older, her offhand comments became dirtier and dirtier, but she didn’t speak like that with everyone. It was usually me, and then a slightly cleaner version for our friend group.

“You are so raunchy, I swear.”

“And you still love me.” She blew kisses down the line.