Father, Please.
My eyes widen with realization and I tuck my hands into my sides, somehow, the only semen I want to touch was Aryan’s.
Evan chuckled, “I started to check out Aryan’s erotic scenes, and let me tell you, I am now a fan, it is so impressive.”
Aryan looked uncomfortable at the compliment,
“I want to read them too.”
“Don’t... it will be uncomfortable knowing that you read it.”
I frown, “Why?”
“Because I know you.”
“You know Evan and he read it.”
“He is different.”
“How?”
“He is not you.”
My words dry in my throat, what that meant, I wouldn’t understand, or maybe I do, was this his confession? Should I say something? What do I say?