“If either of you is naked, that’s your problem. Katrina, I’m your brother. We were born naked together. And Tiberius, well, I’m all for seeing what my sister’s getting.” André boldly announced as he flung the door open without bothering to knock. A cute man groaned as he trailed behind my brother with his hands over his face. Oh, he is adorable, whomever he is. “André Marcus D’Amore, you are not getting to see my mate naked. We agreed as children we do not share men.” I shouted, throwing my shoe at my twin. “Don’t worry. I don’t want your sleeping, well, awakened beauty. I have one of my own.” André winked, pulling the shy man forward so I could get a better look. “I see. Does your mate speak?” I asked, eyeing the man-candy at his side. André laughed while picking up my shoe and tossing it back. “Hello, Princess Katrina.” My brother’s mate bowed his head, all polite and formal. I can appreciate that, even if my brother rolled his eyes and nudged him with his hip. “You don’t have
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