Elara squealed. "Shut up!Really? It has gotten to that point?"
She had a fit, laughing and all.
I groaned, rubbing my forehead. "Elara, this is serious."
"This is hilarious," she corrected, still wheezing. "I knew you wanted him, but having a wet dream? Oh, babe, you're down bad."
I scowled. "I do not want him."
"Elara, you literally just called me at ass o'clock in the morning because you woke up soaked thinking about his dick."
I winced. "Can you not say it like that?"
She giggled. "Okay, fine. Let me put it in scientific terms. You had a sexually charged dream featuring your stepbrother-to-be, and your cognitive dissonance is causing emotional distress."
"Elara."
"You want him, Evie," she pressed, voice dripping with amusement. "So bad."
I flopped back against my pillows, lett
