Everly POV

Taking a bite out of my muffin, Zoe looked like crap as she rested her head on the table. I chuckle at her and shake my head. I came here to check on her and bring her some breakfast. Marcus had gone to collect Casey so Macey could take Zoe’s shift today, and I now understood why she couldn’t work. “Stop laughing,” she groans before getting up and walking to the fridge with her melted bag of frozen peas.

“Ew, throw them,” I tell her, taking another bite from my muffin. She snatches another bag of frozen vegetables, stuffs them down the front of her pyjama shorts, and sighs. I snort as she awkwardly walks back to her chair and sits on it. “My vag*na feels chaffed. Is that possible?” Zoe groans, resting her head on the tabletop.

“He broke it,” she whines, and I laugh at her.

“So unfair. Marcus has a jolly good time while here I am stuffing frozen vegetables down my p*nts because I feel like I have carpet burn where I shouldn’t have carpet burn,” she growls.

“I am eating,” I tell her, shaking my muffin at her, not wanting that image in my head.

“Sorry, but let me whine; I have a literal fire crotch situation going on here,”