having sex. “Fuck, brother. You could have told me you were going to clown school, and I’d be less
shocked.”
Jonas’s whole body shivers. “That makeup is so thick. It’s unlikely I could move my face. I think
that’s what being buried alive must feel like.”
Chuckling, I nudge his shoulder with mine. He nudges back halfheartedly, still staring, upside
down, out the window.
“Tell me what’s going on in your head? You’ve never shown an interest in anyone before, so…”
His mouth tightens briefly. “That you know of.”
I stretch my legs out and study the toe of my pristine white sneakers. That idea doesn’t sit well. I
know my brother better than anyone. I’ve been there for him from the day he was born. “What do you
mean? Have you had a…crush before?”
He snorts, rubbing a hand over his stubbled cheek. “A crush? Do you mean, have I been sexually
attracted to anyone before? That’s really what you’re asking, aren’t you? If I have desires or if my
dick hangs limp in my pants twenty-four hours a day, right?”
I grab his thick shoulder and give it a small shake. The thread of pain in his voice makes my chest
ache uncomfortably. “Never, brother, never. I know you. I know you’re packing heat in your pants, and
you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. I just meant that you haven’t shared much of that part
of your life with me.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Packing heat? Are you commenting on the size of my penis? I’ll
have you know I still have all the pages memorized from our dick ledgers from when we were kids.
Mine was at the top of the girth list. I’ve read that girth is far more important than length, though I
have also read that I’m far above the norm on that as well.”
Not trying to hide my laughter, I shove him so he slides off the bed onto the floor. He kicks out at
me, nearly nailing me in the balls. We wrestle around on the floor until we’re both panting, neither
one of us able to hang onto the upper hand for long. We flop to the thick carpet, laying side by side,
staring up at the ceiling.
“So now that we’ve clarified that you’ve got the goods to please a woman, can I ask you what’s
going on with you?”
Jonas folds his hands under his head, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. “I’m struggling with an…
attraction. I find myself fixating on a woman, and it’s quite maddening. Apparently, it’s been quite
