Page 37 of Touch In Excess

Rami: If you trust them, I trust them. It’s been bothering me.

Skye: Then I’ll handle it now. I miss you.

Rami: It’s weird, but I miss you too.

“Having a bad ear day,so I’m walking in!” Skye called as he pushed Avan’s front door open. Avan was one of the few people who didn’t mind Skye walking into his cottage without knocking. Mostly because he didn’t usually stay there, so it wasn’t really home for him.

Most of the guys had also given Skye carte blanche to walk into their cottages if the doors were closed since he couldn’t hear them calling for him to come in. And luckily, there was nothing odd happening in Avan’s living room.

At least, not in his view.

King was in Avan’s massive, fluffy recliner, reading a book, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. Avan and Hen were on the sofa, feet in each other’s laps, and the scent of orange oil in the air told Skye they were exchanging massages.

Skye was hoping Avan didn’t have company, but he supposed his request applied to all the Sins at this point. He just didn’t know how many of them were aware of Rami’s video, but his job was to tell them all who he was and trust that they’d agree to his request.

“Hey, babe,” Hen said. “Want a foot rub?”

Skye shook his head and walked over, dropping down to sit on the edge of the coffee table. “I can’t stay. I just, uh…I have a favor.”

“Sounds serious. But you know I’ll do anything you ask,” Hen said. King cleared his throat loudly, and Hen rolled his eyes. “Within reason.”

Skye shot King a middle finger for even implying that any of the guys would touch Hen the way he touched him. “I’m sure whatever we say here is going to spread around like wildfire,but it’s important that we try to keep this all within the Tower walls.”

King covered his laugh with his hand, and Hen’s eyes squinted. “Honey, you know how gossip is in this place.”

Skye eyed Avan. “Mhm. I do. But I also trust all of you when it’s this important. Anyway, so this is about…” He trailed off, not quite sure how to bring this up.

Hen frowned. “What’s going on?”

Skye took a deep breath, then said, “I don’t know if Avan showed everyone here that FanCore channel with, ah…that one guy?—”

“Mm, I know who you’re talking about,” Hen singsonged. “Two-dicked D’arcy.”

Skye frowned, not sure he caught those words right. “D’arcy?”

“I like alliteration,” Hen said.

Skye scoffed and turned back to Avan. “I’m assuming you showed everyone, then. Do you, ah…do you subscribe to his channel?”

Avan pulled one foot away from Hen and sat up a little straighter, staring at him with a frown. “Why?”

“It…there’s…I have a complication.”

Avan blinked at him. “I don’t subscribe. One of my clients is obsessed with him, and he was telling me about it. I like interesting things, but it’s not my jam.”

That settled something in Skye he wasn’t expecting to be riled up. He turned to Hen. “You two?”

“King was disinterested, and you know me. There’s enough to play voyeur with here. I don’t need to pay extra.”

“Can we keep it that way?” Skye asked.

Avan’s gaze was sharp. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

Skye’s cheeks flushed, but he understood why Rami had asked him to do this. If he got close enough to do things likejumping in the hot tub or taking his shirt off during a hot summer day in the courtyard, someone else would recognize the tattoo, and he knew Rami didn’t want to have another moment full of fear and anxiety the way he had when Skye recognized it.

This was the only way to control how the Sins found out. And the only way to ensure they wouldn’t tell anyone else.

“He wasn’t going to tell me right away, but when we were fooling around, I saw his tattoo,” Skye admitted. “He texted me this morning and asked me to tell you all that it’s him, and if you’re subscribers, could you not be anymore.”

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