“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?” She looks at the carpet again.
I search for the words, but they won’t come. Why is this so hard? “Quinn, there are parts of me you haven’t seen, and?—”
“So let me see them! Are you worried you’re too small?” She eyes my crotch. “Too big?” Her gaze falls to the carpet again.
Fuck, I have to do something. She’s spiraling.
“Lass, eyes on me.”
Her eyes move to my face.
“The other part of me,” I whisper as I grip my belt. “The part I haven’t shown you.”
Her parted lips close as her gaze drifts to my crotch. Her wee fingers grip the comforter tighter with each notch the belt slides past. As I unfasten the button and lower the fly, I realize I’m not even hard. Granted, the piercing is the important part, butI don’t want to embarrass myself by flinging my flaccid penis at her.
I close my eyes and remember the way she looked last night. With all that moonlight on her skin. So delicate. So soft. I recall the way her breasts bounced so close to my hungry mouth. The mental visions do the job, and I stiffen in seconds.
“Holy shit,” Quinn breathes. “Size is definitely not a concern.”
“Lass . . .”
“I mean, maybe you were concerned I’d think it’s too big, but you’ve seen what I do with those monster dildos.”
“Lass . . .”
“Does it curve or something?”
“Quinn.”
She looks up at me. “I really don’t mind if it does,” she whispers, and damn her for making me smile again.
I suppose one final happy memory doesn’t hurt anything.
I reach forward and take her hands in mine. “What I’m about to show you might make you question everything you know about me. If you have questions, I want to answer them. Just please?—”
“Aven, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m just falling for you, Quinn, and I can’t keep going until you know everything.”
“Is it herpes? Oh god, it’s herpes, isn’t it?”
Before she spirals any further, and before I lose courage, I lower my boxers and expose my stiff cock, piercing and all. Her gaze immediately falls to the shiny silver ball—the one part of myself I was unable to hide from her as Green Guy.
Quinn’s eyes widen, and she covers her mouth as she scoots backward on the bed. Realization dawns in her eyes, and I brace myself, fully prepared for her to cuss me out.
“Oh my god. I can’t fucking believe it.”
I tuck my dick back in my boxers because now is not the time. “I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner or not done it at all.”
“What? Are you kidding? Not get your dick pierced? I haven’t slept with a single pierced man in all my life, yet in the span of a few days, I’ve baggedtwoof them? What are the fucking odds?”
“No, Quinn. It’s me.”
She looks me up and down. “Yeah, I know it’s you. Why would you hide that from me? I’m not afraid of a dick piercing. I’ve learned that I’m the opposite of afraid of them.”
“Lass. I’m Green Guy.” I pull the phone from my pocket and wiggle it in front of her face. “It’s been me the whole time. From the first night until now. It’s always been me.”
