"Ah, well... uh…"
Lyra stammered, cheeks already lit up like a furnace. And the moment Bryce caught that flustered, bashful face of hers, he lost it.
"Ha ha ha! You—you saw a gremlin wee wee! Hah! Oh gods—ha ha!"
He doubled over, clutching his stomach, practically wheezing with laughter.
"It wasn't on purpose!" she blurted out, pouting like a kid caught red-handed. "It was just there! Just—bam! Out in the open!"
Her whole face was red now—ears, neck, even her collarbones were glowing. She had no idea how to respond to this teasing.
It wasn't like she asked to witness the gremlin's... oversized anomaly. It happened so fast, she barely had time to process what the hell she was looking at.
"Well, come on."
Bryce said between chuckles, wiping a tear from his eye.
"You're walking around with that hot, smoking body like it's nothing. Did you really think gremlins don't have any urges?"
