S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
Cassandra shook her head.
“Yeah, but note to you ladies—always clean around the back before any sexual activities, my graduation gown got—let's just say chocolate stained,” she smirked.
“Eew! You're fucking disgusting." Cassandra made gagging sounds.
“If you'd come to me before, I could have told you that.” Cheryl smiled. “But you are exaggerating about your lovers dying and shit because I saw Mr. Lucky today at the pet shop.”
“OK, but the ones that I exchanged names with all died, and it's like they were killed by an animal.” Katherine swallowed hard at the thought.