Nathan
"This could be something out of a smutty novel." Brody, my half-brother grunts as he lifts the barbell over his head. I spot him, and he lowers it back to his chest, his biceps bulging. The planes of his chest strain against the sleeveless T-shirt he has on. He sits up and swings his legs over the bench before grabbing the towel I hand him, and mops at the sweat beaded at his temples.
"What do you know of smutty novels?" I scowl. The man loves to read. He’s never seen without a book, except for at the gym, though if I weren’t here, he’d go through his routine listening to audiobooks.
"More than you, apparently." He smirks.
"Do you read them?" I scan his features.
He shrugs. "Enough to know what women enjoy."
"There’s a line between fiction and real life."
"But fact is strange
