“Yeah. We’re identical.” Chase grins. “Except I got all the good looks, and Dax got the small hands and tiny di—” “Shut up, motherfucker.” Dax punches his arm hard before he can finish that sentence, and I raise my eyebrows. “I have an extremely large dick,” he adds. “I dunno. I’ve seen better,” I say pointedly, flicking a glance down toward his crotch.
