Argo’s pov “So, how is he?” Brax asked me. “Aren’t you supposed to know that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow. “Argo….” Brax growled. “He’s okay. He’s just scared, I guess. I’ll fucking talk to him tonight.” Brax sighed, his hands in his hair, looking like he was so fucking tired. “Tomorrow is the Blood Moon.” “I know; I’ll fucking talk to him, okay?” Airk and Brax seemed fine from the outside. They kissed and held hands, but there was this weird fucking tension, and it wasn’t their usual sexual tension. It was something else. Of course, I had talked to Airk and heard the whole fucking story. Blow jobs in the woods, shower sex. I mean, he didn’t go into details, but he told me enough to paint a picture that I didn’t want to see. ‘You asked!’ Stark growled inside my head, protective of my brother. I did fucking ask. Airk and I had always shared everything, but sex was something private, and it was different. We could talk about it, but going into details was a bit too fucking m
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