“Go home,” I heard Edward say.
“But, sweet cheeks, you won’t even know I’m here most of the time.” I watched as James followed Edward into the room.
“I highly doubt it. Besides, I’m still scarred from seeing you naked the last time. I don’t need you ‘airing out your junk’ in my home,” he said, using air quotes.
“Well.” James bit his lip. “You do win the who is bigger game, but I’m sure you’d be screaming my name if you gave me a chance.”
Edward covered his ears and began singing, “La la la la la!”
“Knock it off, you Chihuahua.” I shook my head, having had enough. “In case the bun in my oven wasn’t obvious, he’s quite partial to the pussy. There was never a contest James…you lose by default.”
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