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It’s fucking insane.
But so am I, apparently.
I come like a freight train.
And my first coherent thought is, I need to find her.
I towel off, still half-hard and pissed at the universe for dangling that sexy brunette in front of me just to rip her away. The cold water did jack shit. I’m still burning up. I want her so bad I’m one step away from losing all self-control.
My phone lights up on the counter. Another text. I swipe it open, expecting more crap from Maggie, but no. It’s Hudson.
Huddie Poo
Keep your goddamn head in the game. Don’t let your dick fuck this up.
Me
My dick is none of your business.
Huddie Poo
Thank God for small favors
Me
There’s nothing small about my dick.
He sends back a GIF of a toddler rolling his eyes. Classic. I turn my phone off before the next relative can pounce and draw me into another round of our family’s particular brand of chaos. There are more important matters at hand right now. Like tracking down my gorgeous brunette.