"What?! It's okay little Sammagram!" Mackenzie couldn't help but snicker at the boys obvious distress. She knew that it probably wasn't his actual secret, but if she pushed him enough she knew he would tell her. "I won't judge ya! You are who you are bro!"
She smirked, "I won't tell Tate about your kinky little sex life either! I'm here for you Sam the clam. Now, what's the lucky boy's name? Hm?"