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“Nothing!”

“Oh, you definitely did something. Spill it.”

“I didn’t do anything to his member. I just...sneezed after.”

“What?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I had an itch in my nose and Mr. Nigel walked in interrupting us. And I sneezed. It was so painful.”

Sophie’s eyes grew rounder with every word. “Wait, Mr. Nigel was there?”

“Not during. He walked in right after and I had a mouthful of...stop looking at me like that.”

Sophie burst out laughing.

“Stop it! It hurt!”

“I bet it did,” she said through her laughter. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“But the actual doing of it was good. Jacob said so. Stop it.”

“Sorry,” she said as she tried to regain her self-control. “I’m stopping.” But then she giggled again.

“You need some water.” I opened up the door to our lair and my feet froze.

“What the hell is that?” Sophie asked and pointed at the framed portrait that I was staring at in shock too.

There was a HUGE tasteful nude of RJ on the wall. He way lying down, propped up on one elbow, with a red satin sheet covering his manhood.

“Ew,” Sophie said.

“Ew,” I agreed. “Why would RJ put this in here? No one wants to see that.”

Sophie walked closer to the portrait.

“Don’t get any closer,” I said and made a grossed out face.

But she peered in real close.

“Are you looking at the size of your brother’s ding-a-ling right now?”

She shuddered. “No, and don’t call a penis that. We’re adults. I was looking at this.” She pointed to the signature at the bottom. “It says Axel Stevens.”

“What?”

“Axel painted this.”

“Wait.” I stared at the picture and burst out laughing. “He said he went to that painting class and that his painting was down here. I thought he was joking.”

“That class with Gemma? My brother was home that night.”

I laughed. “He clearly made it up. But he tooklengths.”

“Gross pun, Scar. Can we please take this down?”

“Not until RJ sees it. I want to see his reaction.”

Sophie shuddered and turned around. “Fine, but I’m not facing it.”