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“Smart-ass.”

He grins and holds out his hand. “Come back.”

Rolling my eyes, I shuffle back to him, crawling onto the bed. Whisper runs his hand over my bare hip, taking in my nudity.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says.

“Thank you.”

“Let me feed you and then I’ll let you go for the day.”

“Okay. I suppose I can stay for that.”

“Good.”

“My breath is rank though, and there’s dried cum on me.”

“Still beautiful.”

I shake my head. “I need a shower.”

“Let’s take one together.”

“Okay.”

“So obedient in the morning, too. Where’s my sexy little brat?”

“Your brat is dirty and hungry, which apparently makes me oddly compliant.”

Whisper chuckles, climbing out of bed and grabbing me around the waist as he does, bringing me with him.

“I adore you.”

My breath catches as I put my hands on his chest to steady myself. All I can give him in response is a smile, which seems good enough for Whisper as he sets me down and heads into the bathroom. I follow a few seconds later, leaning on the bathroom counter and watching him move around the space, first turning on the shower then digging under the sink. He produces a bag with a dentist’s name on it and pulls a fresh toothbrush out of it.

“Knew I had one somewhere.”

“Handy. It’s weird, but I can’t imagine you or any of your brothers doing something regular like going to the dentist.”

Whisper snaps his teeth at me. “Gotta keep the pearly whites healthy.”

“I guess so.”

He grins as he grabs his own toothbrush and puts toothpaste on it. I open the package and do the same thing, feeling much better when my mouth is clean. After I spit, Whisper wraps an arm around my waist and drags me into the shower.

He positions me under the spray and I drape my arms over his shoulders.

“How’s the temp?” he asks.

“Perfect. I like it to burn my skin off.”

He chuckles. “Me too.”

“So, how old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

I nod, letting that sink in. “Do you think we could have things in common besides fucking like beasts? I’m a lot younger than you.”