“I wanna show you something.” “Uh, okay?” Stepping around Gibsie, I moved to his bedside. “Don’t you dare!” Mrs. Kavanagh barked, causing me to jerk back and Johnny to groan. “Spoilsport,” Johnny huffed. “John, tuck those blankets under the mattress,” she instructed before turning her glare on her son. “I don’t care how high you are, Jonathan Robert Kavanagh Jr., I will cut it off if you so much as think about showing her.” “Show me what?” I asked nervously. “My dick,” Johnny announced, twisting to face me. “You wanna see?” He smiled lazily up at me. “It’s all better now.”
