Too Late to Beg I Married Your Goddess Cousin

Chloe Miller’s wild photos were spreading like wildfire in our Snapchat group chats.

She was on a king-sized bed covered in rose petals, wearing a skimpy playmate bunny outfit, complete with a fluffy white tail clipped to her back.

In the photos, she was dripping with sweat, her legs draped carelessly over the bed in a highly suggestive pose. Anyone with half a brain could tell she had just finished a "hard battle."

My friends were spamming the group chat. A few of my closest bros were blowing up my phone with back-to-back FaceTimes.

"Ethan, man... is that Chloe?"