Liam and RJ pretended to look all casual as their teammates walked into the locker room.

RJ turned toward the camera and pulled off his shirt. And then he winked.

What was that little pervert’s problem? I exed out of that screen so I wouldn’t accidentally see my cousin’s dick.

“Ah! More guys are changing!” Sophie grabbed my phone and zoomed in. “Bingo.” She showed me a closeup of someone’s junk.

“Sophie! I don’t want to see that.” And why was it out? Where was his underwear?!

“But Single Girl Rule #9: If you hear about a well hung-man, share the news.” She pointed to the penis on the screen.

“What are you talking about?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I found a list in that Russian chick’s apartment titled Single Girl Rules. They’re wild to say the least. And I’m highly considering making them my whole personality.”

“I don’t think we should be following a list of strange Russian rules.”

“Single Girl Rules.”

“Whatever.” I exed out of the screen that was paused on the penis.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that yet.”

“What else did you want to do with it?”

“Scarlett, we need to study it. That was Eli Jones. He’s on your baker’s dozen list.”

I sighed. “I don’t know what his penis size has to do with him being my kiss thief.”

“Everything when he’s packing that much in those tight little football pants. You definitely need to make out with him on Saturday.”

The kissing booth wasn’t happening. Because we were going to catch our mascot. Speaking of which... “Do you see the mascot costume anywhere?”

We both leaned over the phone to scan the locker room.

“Negative,” Sophie said. “But check him out.” She pointed to Luis Rodriguez and then zoomed up on his dick. At least he was wearing boxers.

“Sophie, stop zooming in so much.”

“But Luis is on your list too.” She cocked her head to the side. “I’m guessing he’s a grower.”

“Sophie, I didn’t put the cameras in the locker room to survey the whole team’s penis sizes.”

“I mean...”

“No.”

“But...”

“Put that away.”

She sighed. “Aren’t you even a little curious about Jacob? And Axel? Because they’re both on screen 3.”

I looked down at where the two of them were changing. Jacob had just pulled his shirt off. I stared at his six-pack as he unbuttoned his dress pants.

But then my phone dinged with an incoming message. From the kiss thief.

“I don’t want you to think less of me. Just know that I wished you’d been my first everything too.”