"Nobody in their right mind," he argued, "nobody at all, not even the most insane person, would ever think your beer was that horse piss. Ever. It's fine, Kasi."
He wasn't fine. Not even close. He was going to have to take the mother of all cold showers when he got home. Then probably go on a long vacation to get away from the thoughts of his best friend naked. Naked and under him. Naked and under him, arching her back and moaning as--