Don't Date Your Best Friend (The Unfolding Duet 2 Books)
“Yes, so I named my penis Eiffel when I was young and never got rid of it.”
I blinked at him and glanced at his crotch, confused, “I am sorry—what? You did what?”
Ethan scratched his neck. “I named my dick Eiffel.”
“I can’t believe it,” I said, a bubbly laugh erupting out of me and I was so not embarrassed when I let out a small snort.
“Surprisingly, me too,” he replied with a small chuckle, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye with his thumb. “I am glad this entertains you, Bella.”