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I’m certainly relaxed. Perhaps too relaxed.

“Getting bigger dicks,” I respond, punctuating my sentence with a small hiccup.

Samson lifts me up and into his arms, murmuring curse words at Harley as he goes. “Shouldn’t have trusted you with him, you fucker.”

Neo takes offense at that. “Hey, he’s not a fucker. He’s…just misunderstood.”

Harley bobs his head, a grin on his lips. “Totally misunderstood.”

I hiccup again, and Samson grumbles, hitching me up higher. “We’re going to get you back to the house and into bed before you pass out.”

“I won’t pass out,” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder, reaching up to touch the stubble on his jaw. “I never pass out.”

“Yeah, well, Neo’s a menace. I don’t know what he put in there, but I can smell it from the house. Must be moonshine.”

Oh. Well, that makes sense, then. It was very strong, and I did drink quite a lot.

“Plus, Jules isn’t going to be happy about the strawberries. He’s coming over tomorrow and⁠—”

“Shh!” I place my finger over his mouth, feeling the way it moves against my skin. “Don’t tell him. It’s our secret.”

Samson scowls, and I grin. God, he’s so fucking cute, even when he’s being all grumpy. Yanking on his neck until his lips meet mine, I kiss him slowly, a flick of my tongue against his. I hear his soft moan, and I can’t help but reciprocate, my cock perking up between my legs. I palm it, arching up slightly.

“Don’t even think about it,” Samson grouches. “You’re fucking drunk. You’re going to have to wait.”

“But my dick should be bigger. Don’t you want to see? Don’t you want a feel?” I whine.

Samson glowers down at me. “Tomorrow. But right now, you’re going to take a bath, drink some water, and go to bed.”

“That’s no fun.”

“I’m the antithesis of fun. Suck it up, buttercup.”

I pout all the way back to his room.

24

ROWAN

I don’t remember much about last night after we started drinking the potion, just that I awoke with a roiling stomach and a headache.

A quick glance inside my boxers confirms that my dick is the same size.

I’m pretty bummed it didn’t work. Not that I was unsatisfied with it, just…Neo gave me hope that magic was real.

If it was real, then maybe I could find a way to get Adam back.

It was a silly thought, a ridiculous dream, but one I clung to anyway.

Samson has treated me with kid gloves all morning, even fending Jules off when he began to interrogate everyone about his strawberries, but as my mood brightened with each passing hour, his grump began to shine through.

“You need to cancel your rehearsal. You’re in no state to move. You still look pale.”

I roll my eyes, the ache behind them growing more and more faint. “I can’t cancel. I need to show up. Besides, I’m a professional. I’ve danced through bleeding toes and the flu; alcohol is nothing. I can manage.”

Samson crosses his arms. “Show up another day.”

I let out a small laugh. “I feel fine. I’m good as new.”