His Little Snow
I touched the screen of my phone and once it lights up, I got faced with four more texts from the dudes since I was still directly in the group chat.
Tristan; Y'all go fuck yourselves, idiots.
I typed in a reply and almost immediately, another text came through.
Eli; No, thank you. I still love boobs to death.
Hunter; Nah, pfft. I'm too golden for you fuckers here. And besides, I don't think I can ever get tired of the hot ladies.
Damon; You rate yourself too much, dumbo. No one wants to fuck you here, Mr golden.
I laughed as I read the last text, the series of texts kept coming in almost at the same time but still one after the other.
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