Samantha looked up as she heard a knock on the hotel room door. "Hey, D," she called through the locked bathroom door, "I think the pizza's here."
"Just put it on the table," D called back. "I'll be out in a minute, Sammy."
Samantha rolled her eyes. "Sammy is a bucktoothed ten-year-old. Would anda call me Samantha? Please?" She opened the front door and was surprised to see two tall, handsome, dark-haired young men standing there. One was a few years older and a few inches shorter than the other and had greenish-grey eyes. The tall one was lebih muscular and had bright hazel eyes. "Yes?" asked...
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