CHAPTER SIX
REECE
Those are her fucking pajamas?
My toothbrush scrapes against my molars with enough force to make my gums bleed. I want to cleanse this whole night from my brain. But no amount of minty-fresh toothpaste can scrub away the spectacle of her in that shower.
Cam. Wet. Naked.
As we speak, shes lounging on the bed in a sizzling pink lingerie set that hardly classifies as sleepwearlooking hot as fuckwhile I struggle to keep my cock from breaking free from its four-layer security system.
Yeah. Four.
Briefs. Then boxers. Gray sweats. And now? A fucking robe. Because Im at DEFCON 1 levels of throbbing, and if she so much as breathes the wrong way, Im going to nut so hard, theyll be putting caution tape around my pants.
I stare in the mirror, hoping to intimidate myself into behaving.
Dont look at her.
DONT LOOK AT HER!
My traitorous eyes flick back to her.
Shes cross-legged, laptop open, completely oblivious that shes ruining me. Her headphones are on, and her long, wild waves spill over one shoulder as her mouth purses slightly. Shes editing footage in her barely there shorts, which are riding up her thighs. The teeniest little straps of that silk top are fighting for strength against the weight of her perfect tits.
Jesus Christ, those tits.
Theyre real.
My hands are still tingling with the memory of her curves overflowing in my palms, soft and lush. Her nipples, peaked and pressing against my skin, were a sensation Ill never forget. I have fantasized about her naked more times than I can count, but the reality? Better than I couldve imagined. Those incredible breasts will star in my spank bank dreams until the day I die.
I spit into the sink so hard, it splashes.
Stop. This is Cam. My employee. The woman I pay to mock my life choices and film my misery. I will not think about her gorgeous nakedness. Or acknowledge my current feelings that fully clothed ( sorta ), she is even more alluring.
I throw my toothbrush and toiletry kit into my suitcase with more force than necessary. My eyes scan the rooma futile search for privacy in this mirror-covered sex dungeon. Theres literally nowhere to handle my situation.
Breathe, Dare. Breathe.
I stomp over to the bedto the edge farthest from herand drop onto the mattress before yanking out my phone. Maybe I can distract myselfscroll my way out of this crisis.
Except
The goddamn mirrors.
This hellscape of a honeymoon suite is nothing but reflective surfaces. And every single one is showing me Cam from a new, devastating angle.
The full-length mirror on the wall? Her legs.
The vanity mirror? Her breasts.
The ceiling mirror? Oh, come the fuck on.
I will not tilt my head back.
I will not
I tilt my head back. Shit.
Instant VIP pass to Nipple Town.
I shoot upright like Ive been electrocuted.
Cam chooses this exact moment to lift her headphones and rest them on her neck.
Her tits bounce. Like a personal attack on my willpower. Like they know what theyre doing.
Desperate, I grab a pillowready to scream into ituntil I see the stupid familiar words:
Pussy Partner.
Are you fucking kidding me? I mutter, chucking the damn thing across the room.
Cam snorts, Not a fan of Kais interior design?
I glare at her with every ounce of my miserable, suffering soul. Are you really going to wear that to sleep?
She blinks innocently. This?
That. I wave a hand at her. Its not pajamas. Its lingerie.
She gasps dramatically. Look at you. Are you scandalized? Should I cover my ankles too?
Maybe put on a damn hoodie.
A hoodie? In Hawaii? She gestures to the literal tropical paradise outside the balcony. Oh, Im sorry. Let me just slip into my thermal onesie so you can sleep better.
Fine. Dont wear a hoodie. Just dontI wave my hand at herdo that.
Do what?
I scowl. Bounce.
Her mouth drops open. And then she bursts out laughing.
I hate her. I hate what she does to me.
Oh my God, she wheezes, clutching her stomach. Did you just tell my boobs to stop bouncing?
I told you to stop bouncing.
Im sorry, she says, catching her breath. Is that why youre wearing a bathrobe over sweats? Afraid youll tempt me with your dick flopping around?
Im cold.
Its eighty-five degrees. The humidity alone is a weighted blanket.
I run cold.
Ha! Youre powered by a nuclear reactor of pent-up rage.
How are those pajamas work-appropriate ? I snap.
Well, one: I wasnt supposed to be sharing a room with you. And two: youve already seen me naked, so whats the big deal?
My dick perks up at the word naked like its been given the all clear to rejoin the conversation.
Im your boss.
Okay, Mr. Dare. Got it. Loud and clear. My skin offends you. So, what do you want me to do about it?
I want to be honest and tell you how goddamn hot you are. I want you to ask me to fuck you so hard theyll hear you screaming my name on the next island.
I just want to be clear that I wasnt trying to see you naked.
She smirks.
Im your boss, I repeat. This fake relationship is for the cameras. Thats it. You dont need to worry about me touching you.
Says the guy who grabbed two handfuls of
My eyes betray me, darting to her breasts. I jerk my gaze back up, but I know I look guilty as hell.
That was an accident, I bite out.
Twice? She taps her chin with her finger. You know, most guys butter me up with carbs before rounding second. You owe me some breadsticks.
Im serious. Im not trying to take advantage. Im here for business and nothing else. Wear whatever you want.
Her smirk fades.
Wait. Why does she seem disappointed?
Are we done with the you-find-everything-about-me-offensive conversation? she asks, clicking at her laptop again. Because Gordon needs me to upload tomorrows video.
She tosses a folded slip of paper at my face.
Oh, and this itinerary for tomorrow was in the gift bag. Along with some pineapple-flavored popcorn. I hope youre hungry, she continues, smug as hell, because I ate it all.
I unfold the itinerary. Its a Hallmark movie checklist for couples, only cursed. I shudder. A romantic hot tub dinner? So like dinner, but wet? That sounds disgusting.
I figured youd react that way. Because it could be fun, but youre a joy vampire. You feed off the good feelings of others until youve sucked them dry.
Only you would be excited about stewing in your own broth while eating spaghetti.
Got it. Dont expect any fake romance from my fake boyfriend. If you dont mind, I have work to get done, boss. Someone has to blur Kais giant dick out, frame by frame, on the sex swing. Dont want to get demonetized.
The headphones slam over her ears, and shes back to editing but somethings off. The usual sparkle in her eyes is dimmed, and her shoulders are tense beneath that damned pink satin.
Fuck me Why do I notice?
Im her boss.
Not the guy who should be reading into her expressions.
Not the guy wondering if I shouldve said something different.
Not the guy who currently feels like garbage, for reasons I do not have the emotional bandwidth to unpack.
Deciding I need a fifth layer of protection, I grab a fluffy blanket from the cabinet and mummify my body.
I am now Burrito Reece. I flop onto the bed, facing away from her. I need to protect myself.
Not from her.
But from me.
Because if I spend one more second seeing Camila Morales in that tiny pink excuse for an outfit, I am one hundred percent going to plunge headfirst into a whirlwind of trouble.
***
The passive-aggressive Hawaiian sun is bathing me in its warm embrace, and I find it to be a full-body assault. I should be in heaven, sprawled out on a poolside lounger, gazing at the infinity pool, which is pure, liquid sapphire minus the few smiling couples getting handsy in the water. Palm trees sway like lazy metronomes, their fronds whispering in a breeze laced with plumeria, salt air, and what Im pretty sure is the resorts signature Essence of Sexual Healing fragrance.
Paradise, right? Except my brain wont shut off last nights eight-hour torture session.
Ive survived parkour fails, wrestled an inflatable T-Rex in a hurricane, eaten the worlds hottest wings while dressed as a diapered cupid in Times Square. But sharing a bed with Cam? Pure, unadulterated hell. That woman sleeps like shes choreographing an elaborate Broadway production.
Her legs kept finding mine and sticking to me like some sort of needy octopus. Her arms would wrap around my neck, choking me out while she muttered something in Spanish that sounded suspiciously like death threats. And her handfuck my lifeher hand kept landing on my dick. Repeatedly. As if my cock was a magnet.
Shoutout to my five layers of protection!
Every time I closed my eyes, there she was. Camila, in that steamy shower scenehair slicked back, lips parted, water cascading over soft curves, steam clinging to bare skinalluring and unforgettable. I tried everything. Counting backwards from a thousand, thinking about my cars maintenance schedule, even pictured Gordon eating soup. Didnt matter.
By five a.m., delirious from lack of sleep and an erection that wouldnt quit, I grabbed the camera and fled like a coward, leaving her a note that I hoped made me sound douchey: Thanks for zero sleep with your non-stop thrashing. Meet me at the pool for couples activities. Filming the resort until then.
My phone buzzes a text alert.
Gordon: Dropped hints to the press about a big surprise in tomorrows video. Followers are still dropping but slower. Im handling it.
Me: Do I have to do these stupid couples challenges?
Gordon: Yes. Part of your contract. We need this new girlfriend content to be a hit. Show sponsors youve still got it. Have fun, superstar.
I groan so loudly that a nearby couple stops making out. Fun? The only fun I want involves becoming a permanent blanket burrito and sleeping this trip off.
But Ive got a plan. A solid one. A strategy so foolproof, even Blaze couldnt mess it up. Use the camera as a chastity shield between Cam and me. If my hands are occupied filming, they cant grab anything they shouldnt.
No touching.
No inappropriate boners.
No career-destroying mistakes that end with us fucking like bunnies.
The last thing I need on my mountain of problems is a scandal where I get caught taking advantage of my employee. That would blow up the whole damn operation.
A shadow falls over my lounge chair, and before I even look up, I feel himthe overwhelming, oppressive alpha male energy radiating like a heat source. Kai looms over me, his oiled chest gleaming in the sun. Is that a loincloth made out of fresh orchids?
Seriously, why is this dude so shiny? What does he do, bathe in the tears of men after he seduces their girlfriends?
Brother. I trust you and the enchanting Miss Morales enjoyed my welcome package?
Its hard to hear the word package when his package is dangling so close to my face.
I stand abruptly. What exactly are these couples games?
Ahh, excellent question. At Aloha Amour, we believe love should be both playful and passionate. As Im sure you know, even the most devoted lovers cannot pound each other twenty-four-seven.
He takes a cleansing breath. The body needs to recharge. Therefore, in between moments of deep sensual exploration, we offer activities that nurture the bond between couples. Strengthen their connection. Prepare them for greater pleasures.
I regret asking.
Kai, my man! Blaze bounds over like a bouncy ball, hand raised for a high-five, which Kai returns with the seriousness of a sacred ritual.
Then Blaze turns to me, hand still raised. Brooooo! Dont leave me hangin.
You cannot be serious right now.
Tired? I get it. He winks so hard his whole face contorts. None of us got any sleep last night. When I dont respond, he high-fives himself.
My best friend has always been a few fries short of a Happy Meal. He once got lost in his own backyard. Honestly, his childlike innocence is was one of my favorite things about him. That and hes always down to try anything, no matter how stupid. But can he really be this clueless?
Blazey-poo! Astrids voice cuts through the air. I told you not to wander! We have to record our intro video!
Coming, babykins! He parkours over a chaise lounge, nearly taking out an elderly couple.
Theres movement by the pool entrance, and my throat goes dry. Cams walking toward us in cutoff shorts and a fitted floral tank top. Ive never seen her dressed so casually, so free. A royal blue string teases around her neck, disappearing under fabric and
No. No, no, no.
Please, if there is a God, do not let there be a bikini under there.
And then, being an actual masochist, I immediately hope there is.
Get it together. She s your employee.
I force my face into the scowl to end all scowls and bark, Youre late.
Cam saunters up, looking unbothered by my presence, which I do not appreciate. If Im suffering, she should at least pretend to be flustered.
Good morning to you too, Reecey-Poo. Got your love note. Nice to know you can criticize me even when Im unconscious.
If you need a third member to add harmony to your relationship, Kai says, I have extensive experience
Thanks, but no thanks, I cut him off sharply. We need to film. You know, to promote your resort.
Ah yes, of course. Kai nods sagely. You are the expert. And the weeks ahead will present plenty of time for us to intertwine our bodies.
Kai finallyfinallysaunters off, leaving behind a cloud of pheromones and uninvited sexual wisdom. I let out a breath, ready to regroup, when Cam grabs my camera from the recliner. I snatch it back before she can power it up.
Oh no. Ill be filming today.
Why?
Because youre on camera now, remember? Since you dont have experience, you need to focus.
Right. Because I suck at everything. Filming. Sleeping. Being on camera. Tell me, boss, since Im the worst employee in the history of employees, why havent you fired me yet?
Thats not
Dont spare my feelings. Youll strain yourself. She lifts her chin, daring me to say morea total turn-on. Youre paying me good money to play make-believe. So, call the shots, boss.
How about you peel off that tank top and let me see your glorious breasts in your swimsuit. Please, oh please let your nipples be hard.
I clear my throat. We dont have time for wardrobe malfunctions, so you better not have worn a bikini.
One-piece. She grabs the hem of her tank top. Want a preview?
JesusNO! Can we just film the damn intro?
I hit Record . Hey, DareSquad! Coming at you with some insane content. Yeah, trapped on an island with my ex I turn the lens to show Astrid in the background. Yikes! But dont worry about your boy. Im moving on and moving up. Meet my new girlfriend, Camila!
I pan to her and great, just great . Shes frozen like a statue. I hit Stop .
What the hell was that? The words come out harsher than intended. Youve literally filmed thousands of these.
Newsflash, pendejo. She pokes my chest. You didnt tell me what to say. Im not Blaze. I cant read your mind.
Right on cue: Yooooo! Blaze says from the pool stairs. Me and my girl are gonna slay these games today! Thats how we do it!
Both our heads snap toward the far end of the shimmering blue water, where beach chairs and neon inflatables clutter the deck. Blaze throws his overly muscular arm around Astrid, flashing a megawatt grin into the lens.
She tilts the camera so it highlights her cleavage. Thats right, Blazey. Smash that Like button if youre down to see us destroy my ex, Reece Dare.
I lift my hands. Morales, how is this supposed to work when you have no clue how to be on camera?
The moment the words leave my mouth, her expression crumbles, and I am officially the biggest asshole in Hawaii. Im taking out my frustrationsexual and otherwiseon her. None of this clusterfuck is her fault.
Cam, Im
PWOOOOOOOO!
The loudest goddamn sound in the world explodes from across the pool.
I whip my head around and see Kai standing dramatically at the waters edge, a massive conch shell pressed to his lips like a horn.
Let the Passion Games begin!
And I already know this day is about to get way worse.
***
A bikini would have been better. A fucking bikini would have been merciful compared to this stripper lingerie posing as a swimsuit.
Its a masterpiece in royal blue, the color so deep and rich that her olive skin is glowing in the golden sun. A thin strap circles her neck, drawing attention to the giant, scandalous, absolutely soul-destroying cutout between her breasts. The way this thing celebrates her mouthwatering cleavage should be illegal.
But oh, buckle up, it gets worse.
More cutouts on her hips, little delicate straps with white beads holding the bottoms in place. And a single strip of fabric connecting the top to the bottom, trailing over her stomach in a way that is so damn sensual, so effortlessly erotic, that I cant stop picturing her arching under me.
Fuck. Every guy here is staring at her like shes the best thing on the menu.
Damn, Cam! Blaze shouts from across the pool. Youve been holding out on us! All that fire hiding under them cargo pants? Youre fine as hell!
Im going to kill him.
I move with clenched fists of rage. Cam steps in, blocking my path, and Christthe back view is even more sinful.
Blaze, she sighs, if you want to keep your teeth, stop talking.
He grins. What? Im only spitting facts! Everyones thinking it!
Hello? Astrid pushes out her artificially round boobs, held in by her neon orange bikini. These are literally right here!
Whats wrong, Astrid? Jealous of my new girlfriend?
Shit. Did I actually say that?
What? Camera girl? Her tone drips pure venom. How about never?
Yo, you guys are dating? Blaze claps. Thats sick. Congrats, bro! This is like when my pet hamster met my other pet hamster and they had baby hamsters!
Astrid whips out her phone, locked, loaded, and recording, before I can blink.
Besties! Stop everything! The tea is SCALDING! Reece is so desperate right now. Hes like, copying me? With she zooms in on Cam, that? If you think you can win this competition with those thunder thighs, youre more delusional than when you thought I actually orgasmed.
Cam reaches up, twisting her hair into a ponytail with her scrunchie, and everything bounces. Why dont you come closer and say that to my face?
Oh honey. Astrids tone could freeze hell. Youre not even in my tax bracket. Go hide behind your little camera where you belong.
Something in me snaps. I charge forward, my camera rolling hot. See, thats your problem, Astrid. You work so hard chasing perfection, youve forgotten what real beauty is. I grab Cams hand, spinning her slowly, showcasing every gorgeous curve. This? This is what perfection looks like. You can snap a pic and take it to your next doctors appointment. Cmon, Cam. Lets go win these games.
I wrap my arm around Cams waist, and holy hellher skin is soft.
Dont let her get to you. I murmur, trying to ignore how right she feels.
Thanks for defending me.
Reality backhands meIm touching her. Actually touching her. I quickly pull away.
Hands off, Dare! Pull yourself together!
***
Resort couples of all types, from honeymooners to anniversary lovebirds, gather around the pool. They have no idea theyre about to witness my descent into madness.
First challenge! Kai announces. The couples relay race! The stronger partner must carry the other through the pool as if rushing toward mutual pleasure.
Shit. Cam has to hold the camera while I hold her.
The horn sounds, and we jump into the water. Blaze and Astrid are synchronized dolphins. Theyre on the move, and shes clinging to him like a horny mermaid, somehow managing to film and narrate the whole thing.
Me? Im having a crisis.
I think of every position possible to not touch too much of Cam.
Piggyback? Her thighs would be wrapped around my waist. Hard pass.
Side carry? Her breasts would be pressed firmly into my chest. Hell no.
Front carry? I would die on the spot.
I opt for holding her like shes a ladder and take off running through the water.
You do realize Im not a surfboard, right? she sputters as water splashes into her face.
Reece! Kai shouts. Your erect body must support hers! Embrace those curves as the ocean embraces the shore!
Cam squirms, turning into me, and suddenly her breasts are pushed up against my bare stomach, soft and full and
SPLASH.
I drop her as Astrid and Blaze cross the finish line.
Astrid winks at the lens. Thats right, we won, bitches! Reece and his new girlfriend didnt even finish. Guess Reece still cant get a girl across the finish line. Get used to it, honey!
I dont care that shes filming meI hit her with a death glare hot enough to fry her battery.
Next challenge! The Balancing Act of Desire. Kai shouts.
Giant heart-shaped rafts bob in the water that resemble a fleet of mini Valentines Day parade floats.
Couples must become one with each other, Kai proclaims. First you climb aboard the float, then you both must find balance while standing. Finally, you unite your bodies in a sensual embrace. This requires strength and staminamuch like what is needed for marathon love-making sessions!
There is no way in hell Im doing that, I mutter to myself.
Cams already moving, pulling herself onto the inflatable. Thenas if my suffering wasnt enoughshe rolls onto her hands and knees in a fuck-me-on-all-fours position that has me reeling.
Earth to Reece! She snaps her fingers. Camera! Now! Unless you want footage of the pool drain?
I hand her the GoPro and grip the edge of the heart-shaped floatie. Im strategizing.
Whats there to strategize? Get your ass up here!
I attempt to climb aboard the small raft without touching hera maneuver that would challenge Tom Cruises entire stunt team. My hands slip on the wet plastic as if Im grabbing a greased pig, and
The raft launches us into the pool.
SPLASH.
When I surface, Cam is sputtering, coughing, and glaring. Are you actively trying to drown me?
Feel the rhythm! Let your bodies sync, your energies entwinetrust your connection together Kai shouts.
Oh, were feeling the vibes, Astrid purrs from their float, where shes face-first wrapped around Blaze like a pole dancer, camera in hand. Look at us being, like, so mentally connected or whatever.
My Dude! Blaze hollers. You got this man. Just ease up into her.
Hes not even trying. Cam coughs up more water.
As resort staff clear the giant inflatables, I weigh my options while watching water trail down Cams curves. They all lead to one conclusion: get out of this fucking pool. Because if I stay here one more minute, my dick is going to override my brain and convince Cam to go play its own games back in our room.
We forfeit, I say.
You already quitting? Astrid grins for her audience. Reece is finally admitting Im superior. Because some of usshe gestures down her figurewere built for these challenges. While others with that bargain basement booty? Are way too thick to handle, let alone balance.
Did you seriously just come for my ass? Cams eyes narrow dangerously.
Sweetie, Im saving you from embarrassing yourself. Reece can barely look at you without cringing. You gotta admit, its kinda desperate to date the help...
Time to go, I say, but Cam doesnt budge.
Trust me. Astrid tosses her extensions. Reece might look pretty, but his performance? Theres a reason I upgraded to Blazey. Some boys cant rise to the occasion.
Listen up, you walking mannequin. Cams voice could freeze lava. The only genuine thing about you is your audacity. And guess what? Reece is a nonstop pleasure machine. Hes all man, all night, and hes only having trouble today because I didnt let him get any sleep.
There is no hiding the shock on my face or the erection tenting in my board shorts.
Were doing this next challenge, she declares, pointing at me, so get your shit together. Lets destroy them.
Behold! The Totem of Passion! Kai proclaims. The totem represents mans most primal state! The women shall mount their mens shoulders, standing tall and proud, representing natures most powerful sword!
Nope, I am getting out of this pool.
Yo! Blaze bounces in the water. Just like morning wood! Am I right, bro?
Quit talking to me! I snap back.
The men become the base, strong and firm, while their goddesses rise above, creating the ultimate tower of passion. He sounds the horn. Begin!
Cam is a spider monkey scrambling up my body, and I almost drop the camera.
Dont move, Cam mutters, gripping my shoulders. Her hands squeeze my skin, warming every inch they touch. Stay still
Blaze already has Astrid perched on his shoulders like a Vegas showgirl.
Then
Cams silky thighs lock around my neck.
My brain shuts down.
Grab my hand! she orders as she steps onto my shoulders. Help me stand!
I reach up blindly and brush againstsweet mother of fuckthe softest, most forbidden territory imaginable between her legs.
I yank back. Cam wobbles.
Reece!
Pure panic. I fumble to steady her, and SMACK my palm connects with her delicious round ass.
She pitches forward with a shriek, hitting the water face-first.
SPLASH!
Astrid, standing on Blazes shoulders, cackles while filming. He literally cant get it up.
Dude! You gotta worship that booty. Respect the cake!
Blazey-poo! Astrid yanks his hair. Stop coaching him!
Cam surfaces, looking homicidal. Did you spank me?
I was trying to save you!
By slapping my ass?
It was an accident!
Right. She spits out water. Just like accidentally grabbing my pu
Were quitting.
We cant, Cam says. This video is total garbage. We need at least one challenge where you dont drop me like a hot potato.
Im done. So fucking done. Done with this day, this trip. And completely over these nonstop, bullshit, sellout videos.
PWOOOOOOOO!
Kais obnoxious horn signals the final round.
This last challenge, Kai announces, represents the ultimate connection! He gestures to what is unmistakably a floating labia-shaped inner tube. The Ring of Pleasure!
Im going to drown myself in this pool.
The man will be blindfolded, Kai continues, symbolizing how true ecstasy requires faith. He must guide his woman usinghe lifts an enormous inflatable penis pool noodle as if its Excaliburhis mighty sword! Welcome to The Journey to Climax!
Workers distribute blindfolds and giant dick noodles, passing them out as if theyre party favors.
WHACK!
Pain explodes across my face.
Bro! Blaze splashes in the water. Did you see that? I hit you with my giant dick!
WHACK!
Fuck! Blaze, what the hell
THWACK!
Thats it. I swing my dick noodle, catching him square in the shoulder.
Blaze laughs, viewing the whole situation as another prank video.
How could you do this to me?! I unleash, whacking him again. Harder. Faster.
How could I not smack you with my fake dick? Its hilarious, he says, genuinely confused.
Not that. Her. YOU VIOLATED THE brO CODE!
Huh?
WHACK!
Do you even realize what youve done?! Were not friends anymore!
Blaze freezes mid-swing. Blinks. Wait what?
I watch his face as the single brain cell does its best.
Ohhhhh! His eyes light up. This is for the video. I get it! He clears his throat. Listen, Reece! People do crazy things when theyre in love!
I see red.
Love?! Youve been together for less than twenty-four hours!
Blazey! Astrid stage-whispers, focusing the camera. Remember what I saidbe mad, baby!
Oh yeah! Blaze straightens. brO What we have is real. Were in love!
This is insane. I throw down my pool noodle. You two deserve each other.
Blaze beams. Thanks, man!
Oh my God, Blazey! Astrid groans. Youre ruining my video!
And were gonna get married too! Blaze says as I exit the pool.
Wrong! Astrids head snaps around. Nuh-uh. Not that. Too soon.
Oh, right, sorry. My bad, babe. Should we do another take?
I storm away from this circus. I ignore Cam calling after me. Astrids no doubt already uploading the footage to humiliate me.
Great content as always, man! Blaze yells after me.
I dont look back. Midafternoon or not, Im officially Burrito Blanket Reece. Fuck this day.