“Why would you even talk to your d*ck?" Jeremy asks, looking half curious, half petrified. Which is pretty much the standard when it comes to me.

"We're having a difference of opinion. We'll come to an agreement sooner or later."

"Or you can take care of that ED we talked about earlier. I can hook you up with one of my professors in the local hospital,” Kill muses as he strolls past me and sits on the sofa, grinning like a fucker who'll have that Colgate smile smashed when I knock out his fucking teeth.

"If you wanna see my d*ck again, just say so." I grab my belt, ready to die on this hill.

Gareth slams his hand on mine, a terrified expression covering his face. "Don't show us your dck. Seriously, why do you feel the need to get naked whenever someone mentions your dck? We're cousins, for fuck's sake."

"Well, your brother keeps running his mouth about ED and I want to prove that I don't have it."

"We believe you," Jeremy grunts with displeasure. "Keep that thing in your pants. No one in this room wants to see it"

"I don't believe you." Kill lifts a shoulder as he toys with the remote.

"Kill” Gareth growls. "Stop encouraging his crazy or he'll be walking around naked for a couple of days."

"Good idea!" I snap my fingers at him. "You're so smart, Gaz”

His face falls. "Please don't."

Killian throws his head back in laughter while Jeremy sighs then sits beside him. His state of bubbling displeasure might have to do with me, but I honest to fuck don't know what I did or am doing wrong.

"Oh, right!" I snap my fingers again and sit opposite Kill and Jer.

Gareth disappears in the background and I catch a glimpse of him going up the stairs, probably to escape my pending exhibitionism.

"What now?" Kill asks with visible amusement. "You going to tell us a tale about your d*ck?"

"Tempting, but I'll have to take a rain check on that. I've been thinking."

"You actually do that? Maybe we should check that head”