“Very sorry. And in desperate need of an ice pack,” I answered honestly. Theo approached out of nowhere, now wearing nothing but boxers. “You can sit on my cold meat, Princess,” he smirked. My mouth dropped open, astounded at his lack of a filter. I just got my ass beat, and he was making jokes. I admit, it was kind of funny–but still. All my other guys let out a quiet sigh in unison. I wouldn’t have heard it if it were just one of them. Every single one of them shot Theo a warning look.
