Chapter 57
Zach:
Don’t forget not to clean the pantry.
Farrow:
Your autocorrect sucks.
Farrow:
And yes, I’ll clean the pantry when I’m back.
Zach:
It wasn’t autocorrect.
Zach:
Don’t you dare touch it.
Farrow:
?
Zach:
Until I have the chance to make you lick the fucking floor clean while I take you from behind.
Farrow:
You cannot be serious.
Zach:
I said don’t touch it.
Farrow:
You’re sick.
Zach:
Yes, I am.
Zach:
And you are the antidote, Octi.
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