~Colt’s POV~
I used the towel on my bed to wipe the c*m off my hand when the door shot open and Zane walked in.
His gaze swept over me. “Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking?”
I rolled my eyes at his words.
“I don't have the energy for small talk, Zane. What do you want?” I asked, about to head to the restroom when his next words made me stop.
“Did you even know who that girl was?” he asked, making me turn around.
I gave him a strange look, and he burst into laughter.
A frown settled on my face as I fought the urge to hit him on the head because what exactly was so funny?
Eventually, his laughter died down.
“I just perceived your scent and your c*m all over her,” he blurted, and I gave a casual shrug.
“And how does that affect you?” I asked. “If you don't have anything reasonable
