But what came out was, “I want to fuck Garrett.” Followed by, “Shit. That’s not what I was supposed to say.” Houston’s eyeballs damn near popped out of his head. “You wanna back up and start over? Because I’m pretty sure I missed a step.” I leaned forward, rubbed a hand over my face, and groaned. This definitely wasn’t going as planned. “Let’s pretend I didn’t just say that—” “You wanting to stick your dick in my brother? Bet. I’m down with scrubbing that from my brain.”
