“You pierced your fuckin’ dick?” I balk as I peer up at him, still on my fucking knees. Swiping the towel off the ground, I hand it to him, standing to my full height. Ash’s cheeks are bright red, but I know mine are too. He quickly wraps the material around his waist, his brow furrowing as he scoffs. “Yes, it’s pierced. Is that a fucking problem?”
