“Answer me,” he pushes. I dip my chin. It’s a subtle nod at best, but my voice isn’t working. Not right now. Nope. It’s too busy catching in my throat, leaving me desperate for air. Or maybe Theo. Whichever works. “Then, whose dicks did you see?” he demands. My attention drops to his mouth, my tongue wetting my bottom lip as the memory from our kiss rises to the surface. I still can’t believe I kissed him. That he kissed me. That I’ve tasted those lips. That I know what they feel like. Hard. Demanding. Dominating. Addictive. “Answer me,” he growls. I flick my gaze up to his again. “It’s none
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Why is this man so hot?
