“What?”
James shook his head. “You have that pregnancy glow.”
Blake snorted. “I look like a whale.”
“I’ve witnessed the way Kee and Mase behaved around you whenever you guys invited Tony and me over for dinner. Even with my less sensitive beta-nose, I could smell the stench of their arousal. I’m not a prude, but holy cow! It always felt as though they were seconds away from pouncing on you and fucking you.”
He grimaced. “Can we not talk about sex? You’re like my brother. I don’t want to talk about sex with you.”
James rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, how does it feel being eighteen weeks pregnant?”