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I bit back a smile. “I’ve had a few people message me about your crabs…”

Seb closed his eyes and groaned. “I’m going to go shower,” he said, hobbling toward the bathroom with small, whimpering grunts of pain.

“I’ll bring the lotion,” I cried after him.

Chapter 24

Seb

Of all the childish, immature stunts Cormac could have pulled, itching powder was a brutal and effective prank.

Honestly, I was pissed I didn’t think of it first.

My dick felt like it was on fire, and I had a fucking away game the day after tomorrow.

Hazel had looked at me with pity as she handed me the bottle of calamine lotion before I hobbled to the shower. There was no way she was going to look at me romantically while I had a raging case of jock itch.

Did I want her to look at me romantically?

More than anything.

Now that I’d let myself think about being with her, it was like the flood gates had opened. All I could think about was what our life could be together.

It looked very similar to how life had been, except with a whole load of fucking. The first night I had stayed at the Kingswood pack house, I had heard the moans coming from Hazel’s room, and fuck was I jealous of the Kingswood Pack.

As I gently washed my poor, abused skin, I resolved that revenge was the best option. Something old school, like saran wrap on the toilet.

Even the cool spray of water stung my skin. Changing into a loose pair of gym shorts, I prayed that the redness would go down soon.

When I came out of the bathroom, Cormac was waiting for me, leaning against the wall, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Are you going to punch me?” he asked with a laugh. His red curls were sticking up at every angle. He wore simple post-hockey clothing—sweats and a T-shirt with the Avalon Knights logo across the chest.

“It’s tempting,” I admitted. “Have you seen social media?”

Cormac burst into laughter. “I didn’t expect that to happen. I am sorry… but have you seen what they’re calling you?”

“Crabby boy?” I chuckled. College students weren’t known for coming up with the most creative names, but it certainly got the point across.

“Yeah… It’s kind of hilarious, but yeah, my bad. Though I have a kick-ass apology.”

“A pony?” I gasped dramatically.

“Well, shit! There goes that plan!” Cormac sighed. “I guess the futon I got for the den will just have to do.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Futon?”

Cormac jerked his head down the hallway, “Come on, itchy dick.”

With a chuckle, I followed him. I was probably losing my marbles, willingly following the idiot who gave me a raging case of burning crotch.

The den was a relatively small room that contained storage boxes and an old chest of drawers. On the far wall was an overly stuffed two-seater sofa with a pile of bed linens on it.

“It’s a sofa bed. I thought it would be better than sleeping on the floor,” Cormac said.

“Fuck, thank you.” It looked like it was nice quality as well, but I should have expected that because everything in the Kingswood pack house was expensive. Their coffee machine alone cost more than most people made in a month.

Cormac snorted. “You shouldn’t be thanking me after how we’ve made you sleep over the last few nights.”

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