Blowing out a shaky breath, I looked up at him and grinned. “It looks a lot different to what I pictured in my head.” “Bad different?” “No, not bad different,” I mused, pleasantly surprised. “It’s like a trunk.” “Jesus!” “Aren’t willies weird, Gerard?”
CHLOE YOU JUST CANT WRITE A BOOK WITHOUT THROWING A DICK SCENE IN CAN YOU.
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