HIRAM’S POV:
Quickly, I reach for my pants, pulling them up at once as Alex’s voice cuts through the room. I glance up to see her standing by the door, causing a flicker of shame to tighten my chest.
“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask, getting up from the couch. I walk to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash off the remnants of my mess with soap.
Alex scoffs, shutting the door behind her.
“What is there that I haven’t seen? I’ve seen tons of d***s in my life, and—”
“You haven’t had mine, and that is the difference,” I cut in, grabbing a towel to dry my hands. She raises a finger at me, but I glare at her. “Don’t test me, Alex.” Her finger drops.
Alex is a witch, and she’s been my best friend since we were kids. Her parents are the official witch doctors of the Shadow Pelt pa
