"His feet started in her direction, his body following rather as a dog would its master, with no thought of deviating from the path chosen by her for him-- iAm grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "Don't even fucking think about it." Trez's first impulse was to rip himself free, even if he left his own limb behind in his brother's grip. "I don't know what you're talking about--" "Do not make me grab your hard-on to prove my point," iAm hissed. Numbly, Trez looked down at the front of himself. Well. What do you know. "I'm not going to..." Fuck her came to mind, but God, he couldn't use the f-word around that female, even in the hypothetical. "You know, do anything." "You actually expect me to believe that." Trez's eyes flipped over to the doorway she'd disappeared through. Shit. Talk about having no credibility on the subject of abstinence"