"Kross! Kross! Kross!" Ryan called out automatically pulling him out of his reverie.
Kross looked at them, schooling his expression. Just what the hell had happened to him.
He swallowed hard.
His pants were tight and if he were to stand up from his seat, he was sure his member would be standing up tall and proud.
Everything was strange. Did he just get aroused in the middle of the day?
It felt like ever since he had sex with her a spell was broken. He could go months even a whole year without having sex but that morning he had thought about it for more than thrice. And his member which would be hassle to get it on, was standing on his own every second.
Noticing Kross' gaze on him, he was nervous, he had shouted Kross' name a lot, "What are you going to do with Isolde?"
Kross didn't understand his question. Like what had Isolde got to do with all this?
