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Bruiser pressed his hand over Uriel’s mouth. His lips were so soft. “Me. I’d want that.”

Uriel’s eyes almost fell out of his head. “You? Why?”

He looked so devastated that something in Bruiser cracked.

“Because I think anyone who wants to look pretty should deserve a chance to,” Bruiser growled. “Because you’re an omega, deep down, and it’s a damn shame that you don’t believe in yourself.”

Uriel glanced away, his expression so torn that Bruiser already knew what he was going to do, before he even thought about it.

“Let me get you something,” Bruiser said. “If you don’t like it, fine. You can throw it in my face. But let me buy you something nice, see if you like it.”

Uriel shot him a dubious look. “I don’t see how it would help. But it’s your money, so do whatever you want.”

“Good.”

“Good,” Uriel said, the way he always refused to let Bruiser have the last word.

Bruiser huffed, but he was on a mission now. He pulled up a lingerie website—and froze, because he didn’t know Uriel’s size.

This was going to be impossible, wasn’t it, if they weren’t at a mall?

But Uriel wouldn’t even step into a shop, the way he was hiding his secret.

After some hesitation, Bruiser opened his chat app.

Bruiser

Help

Ace

What is it, dear friend?

Bruiser

How do I find out a size without any measuring tape?

Raptor

Oh???? What size are we talking about?

Telos

If it’s a cock size, just pull open your pants and challenge them to a contest

Bruiser

[facepalm emoji]

No, it’s not a dick measuring contest. Why are we always talking about that??

Phalen

Because you need to get laid?

Bruiser

None of your business.