Chapter 4“You looked like crap.”
Peter glanced sideways at Caroline before chuckling a little. “Thanks for the insult.”
Caroline grinned as she plopped down onto the empty chair in the backyard next to Peter’s. “It’s my pleasure.”
“f**k you!”
“I’ll pass. Not into d***s, balls, or sweaty, stinking men in general, but I’m definitely interested in a sweet and moist pussy.”
Peter grimaced. “TMI.”
Caroline laughed. “Prude. Anyway, what time did you reach home last night?”
“I didn’t go home at all.”
Caroline seemed taken aback. “But you and Anson left for the teahouse at around nine, didn’t you?”
“We did,” Peter confirmed, but he didn’t elaborate any further. “I spent the night in Anson’s apartment.”
Caroline’s eyes widened a second or two later. “Sweet motherfucking asshole! Are you a
