I got up off the floor and inched the door open. “You had pee-boners until you were five?” I asked.

Asher shoved his way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. “You’re getting them at twenty-one?”

I shrugged. “No. I was just acting. It was an acting boner. End scene, and it deflated immediately. I was in the moment. It meant nothing.”

“I know that, idiot. Stop freaking out.”

He did? So it wasn’t weird? It felt weird.

“Maybe … don’t rub against it next time. It hardly knows the difference between you and a hot guy when I’m pretending you aren’t you.”

Asher chewed the inside of his lip and looked around the bathroom. For some reason, he found the toilet paper roll interesting and focused on it instead of me. “I think it went better than the first time. It was more believable.”

Yeah, I’d say. Erections were conjured and all. I was pretty sure that might be our selling point. Lewis couldn’t discount our chemistry when I was getting boners while acting.

“It was way more believable,” I agreed. “Do you think we can do it with an audience?”

Asher met my eyes. His were hard and unreadable. “We have to.”

“Okay. Um. Are we done practicing?”

I needed him to say yes because I was all kinds of confused and pissed off at my dick for embarrassing me.

“How do you feel about it?”

“Great. Awesome!” Oh God, less enthusiasm. “It was cool. We nailed it. Um… It was dope?”

“Dope?”

“Let’s pretend I stopped talking after the ‘It was cool’ part, okay?”

He scrubbed a hand through his hair and analyzed the bathtub for longer than was necessary. “So … need a ride home?”

“Yes. If you don’t mind. It’s a long cold walk.”

Which I should have taken advantage of since I needed to cool off after a fake, yet intense, make-out session with my brother.

“No problem.” He darted his gaze to my crotch and back up to my face. “Pee-boner under control?”

“Fuck off. A hundred bucks says you had a pee-boner this morning.”

“It was morning wood, and I took care of it, thank you very much.”

“TMI.”

His laughter was music to my ears, better than him reaming me out because I got hard while he was fake kissing me.

He peered into the hallway and waved for me to follow. We dressed in relative silence, the only sound was Eddie Vedder screaming in the background about Jeremy. Clothed again, much to my relief, Asher ensured the coast was clear before sneaking me out of the house and to the garage.

Our drive across town was uncomfortable. As he turned onto Aaron’s street, he shifted and fidgeted. “You’re the one who said we were acting,” he blurted.

“I know. We were.”

“Then why are you being all weird?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“What’d I do?”