Obey (The Protocol, #2)

by Lasairiona Lewis

When does it... uh... deflate? I thought this only happened in the mornings.” He sighs again. Grabs my hand and puts it square-on his junk. Oh, my. It’s... uh... girthy? Is that the right word?

Harry hands over a little red, velvet box. It’s grandma’s engagement ring. I guess he thought giving me a family heirloom would make me forget the fact he slipped his eggplant into another woman’s vegetable patch.

“Frogs. I have an irrational fear of frogs.” My chest tightens. I’m not sure what cause he has to go near frogs, but that sounds kinda awful. “Frogs? Is there a name for that?” He nods again, his face grave. “Rrrrrribbitphobia.”