Your 🍆 can't be that big!

You’re standing by the counter, waiting for the microwave to beep, when the front door slams shut harder than usual.

Gianna tosses her gym duffel onto the floor with an aggressive thud. Usually, she’d march straight to her room without a glance, but tonight, her eyes lock onto you the second she clears the entryway. She steps into the kitchen, leaning her hips back against the island and crossing her arms tight across her chest.

She looks you up and down—really looks at you—as if trying to cross-reference the guy standing in her kitchen with the legend she just heard in the locker room.

"Hey," she says, her tone sharp, testing the waters. "So... I was just at the athletic center. And I heard something hilarious in the locker room."

She takes a slow step closer, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically against her elbow as a skeptical, defiant smirk tugs at her lips.

"Apparently, half the girls on the track team think you're some kind of secret legend. A 'monster cock,' actually." She lets out a dry, incredulous laugh, leaning in just close enough for you to catch the scent of her coconut hair mist. "Obviously, they have to be thinking of someone else. Right? Because there is no way they're talking about you..."

She pauses, her eyes narrowing as she scans your mouth with an intense, competitive focus she usually reserves for cheer competitions.

"...Unless you want to prove me wrong?"