Page 84 of Psychopath

“I think…I think I remember that one.”

“Of course you do. I was stark naked, stretching on the decking outside.”

Yep. That was the front-page picture Quinn had hidden under his pillow and enjoyed over and over. He blushed, stealing a glance at Zane, but for once Zane wasn’t staring back. He looked to the corner of the room.

“I picked up a bottle of beer I’d left out the night before, and the headline said that I was an alcoholic who liked to start early.”

Quinn hadn’t paid any attention to the headline.

“Not everyone believes what’s in the papers.”

Zane narrowed his eyes. “And did you believe I was an alcoholic?”

Quinn lowered his head.

“Exactly. Don’t preach what you don’t follow yourself.”

“I know better now.”

“That extra year is making itself known already.”

Quinn snorted softly.

“I guess I can’t complain too much about that picture.” Zane winked. “The pixels made me look massive.”

“Made you?” Quinn’s cheeks burned. “So you’re not?”

“I am. My dick just looked massive-er.”

Quinn laughed.

“Did you like the pictures?” Zane asked.

“I was seventeen when they came out.”

Zane narrowed his eyes. “They clearly made an impression.”

“Let’s…let’s change the subject.”

“Busted.” Zane smirked. “But really, how was your birthday?”

“It was okay.”

“I see Mars gave you a present.” Zane pointed at Quinn’s neck.

“Oh that.” Quinn rubbed the fading scratches.

“You really know how to pick them, don’t you?”

“It wasn’t his fault.”

Zane folded his arms. “Let me guess, you tripped and fell on his claws.”

“No.” Quinn bit his lip.

“Then what?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

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