“Amazing,” I whispered. “Absolutely ingenious.”
Nex shook his head as his smile turned tender. “I guess it kind of is. Thank you for reminding me to not take things for granted.”
“You're welcome.”
“Now, get dressed.” He went to the sink and washed his hands. “Afteryou wash your hands.” He flicked water at me playfully before drying his hands. “Always wash your hands after using the toilet.”
“But I only touched my shaft.”
“Your shaft is dirtier than you think. Would you want me handling my junk, then touching your food?”
I made a face.
“Exactly!” He pointed at me. “So why is it any different with your junk? Wash your fucking hands, you cretin.”
I laughed as I went to the sink. “All right, old man. I'll wash them.”
“Old man?!”
“Well, you call me a kid.” I flicked water at him as he'd done to me.
“Oh, you're gonna get it now!” Nex held his cupped hand under the faucet and tossed a handful of water in my face.
“Agh!” I cried, my hands going to my face. “I'm blind!”
Nex chuckled as he tossed a towel at me, then left the room saying, “Mess with the dragon, you get burned.”
“You mean wet!” I called out to him.
“That's what she said!”
“What?” I muttered as I stepped out into the bedroom. “What does that even . . . mean?” I trailed off as I saw Rath, standing beside Nex, frowning at both of us.
“Having fun?” Rath asked.
“I was just showing him how to use the toilet,” Nex said.
Rath's scowl turned horrified. “What?”
“He's only used outhouses before.” Nex chuckled. “You should have seen his face when I flushed.”
“And then you showed him how to use the shower?” Rath asked as he waved at my wet hair. “At least, I hope that's from the shower and not the toilet.”
“Nah, it's from the sink. We were just playing.” Nex smacked Rath's shoulder as he walked out. “Since you're here, I'll head out. See you guys downstairs.” He closed the door behind him.
“Uh, just give me a minute to change into these.” I waved my hand at the pile of clothes he'd sent me.
“He's hung like a bull,” Rath said.
“Excuse me?”
“Nex. He has a massive cock. Not good big. Tear-you-apart big.”
“Yeah, I know.” I frowned at him. “Why are you—”
“You know?!”
“Yes, I just saw it.”
