“Listen, Pretty Girl! I woke up stroking Callum's…” “Rad,” Callum hisses, shaking his head with red tinting his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He quickly covers his face with his hands and groans. “His leg! His damn leg! But it should have been you, Pretty Girl. Then I felt hair where hair shouldn't have been, and I freaked. I might have smacked him…” “In my-my dick.” Callum frowns, holding a hand over his boxers. “You punched my dick.” “But it was a sexy dick punch, right?” Rad beams, looking between the two of our fallen faces. “Right. There's no such thing as a sexy dick punch.”
