Delaney

"How are you doing after going at it for hours upon hours with your two mates?" Nyra asked in the kitchen later in the afternoon, opening the fridge.

"Pretty good," I shot back smoothly. "And how are your knees and maybe your scalp after your wild session on the floor of your room?" I countered, laughing when her hand froze mid-reach in the fridge.

She blinked at me rapidly, before she gasped playfully in mock offense a second later. "You pervert."

I shrugged, swirling the glass of milk on the counter. "You can't blame me; I accidentally walked in on you, and boy on boy, I would have never...