Elara squealed. “Shut up!Really? It has gotten to that point?”

She had a fit, laughing and all.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead. “Elara, this is serious.”

“This is hilarious,” she corrected, still wheezing. “I knew you wanted him, but having a wet dream? Oh, babe, you’re down bad.”

I scowled. “I do not want him.”

“Elara, you literally just called me at ass o’clock in the morning because you woke up soaked thinking about his dick.”

I winced. “Can you not say it like that?”

She giggled. “Okay, fine. Let me put it in scientific terms. You had a sexually charged dream featuring your stepbrother-to-be, and your cognitive dissonance is...