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Blonde curls. Huge green eyes. Cream-colored coat.

Callie.

She's staring at me.

I'm staring at her while holding my crotch.

For one second, neither of us moves.

Her lips part.

For a beat, my entire body forgets about the coffee.

Then my dick reminds me.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I wince, my dick still on fire.

“Shit!” Her eyes drop directly to my crotch. Then widen. “Roman?”

“You burnt my damn dick.”

“I didn't—” She points at me. “You ran into me!”

“You walked into me.”

“You were looking at your phone!”

“So were you.”

“I was posting⁠—”

“I know.”

She stops.

Fuck.

Her eyes narrow slightly. “What do you mean, you know?”

“Nothing.”

Her gaze stays on me. “Roman⁠—”

“My dick is on fire, Chaos.”

That apparently overrides everything else.

“Oh shit. Right. Your penis.”

“Dick.”

“Whatever. We need water.”

“We?”

“I helped cause this.”

“You caused all of it.”