Zane's POV
I swallowed hard the moment Alfie slipped into another pair of shorts and a white singlet. His movements were casual, unbothered, and I watched with increasing unease as he grabbed a towel and began drying his hair.
Disappointment struck me as I could no longer see his dick swinging freely between his legs.
Wait. What the hell?! I shouldn't be thinking about this.
I exhaled shakily, trying to shake off the image as I turned away and pressed my hand between my legs....only to freeze.
I was hard!
The realization hit me hard. I wrapped my fingers around the problem....my dragon....and winced. It was as hard as steel. And worse... I was wet. A sticky liquid clung to my skin.
No one had to tell me what it was.
Precum.
I actually got hard because of Alfie? Seriously?!
"Can't sleep yet? Then just say so and sit up, Zane," Alfie's voice suddenly cut through the silence. "I've got something to discuss with you anyway."