“Correction. Havoc admires the man,” Discord clarifies.
“I see.” I tap a fingertip to my lips and take a moment to think. “I have to say mine is gymnast Nadia Comaneci. We read about her in class, and I became obsessed. She was so tiny and graceful. I joined gymnastics to be like her. But then I kept growing, and well…” I motion to my tall and lanky body. “I quit the sport once I outgrew my teammates.”
Again, Discord eyes me like he wants to put me on a plate and eat me. I’m sure he’s doing it to rile his brother because he glances at him to catch his reaction, and sure enough, Havoc seems…perturbed. “I, for one, appreciate your rather well-balanced form. Ha. See what I did there?” He winks at me. “Doesn’t she look good, Havoc? No, seriously. Damn good, if you ask me.”
“No one fucking asked you,” Havoc grouches, and I have to hold in a laugh at how comically irritated he sounds. He has to know Discord is deliberately baiting him.
“Those tampons you bought? Were they for you?” Discord asks, wide-eyed and innocent. “Because I swear to God, you must be on your period or something, Hav.”
“That fucking asshole,” Havoc growls. “He showed you the pictures.”
Discord whips his phone out of his pants pocket. “Oh, hell yeah, he did. Jester texted them to everyone. Wanna see?”
Havoc narrows his eyes on his brother. “He’s dead.”
“What am I missing?”
Discord holds up his phone to show me a photo of Havoc in a grocery store examining two packages of tampons. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.Oh, Lord. “I’m sorry,” I say with a cringe.
“Please don’t apologize.” Discord tucks his phone away. “My day wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t have a reason to fuck with this asshole.” He jabs a thumb at Havoc.
“Keep it up, dick, and I will literally kick you down this fucking mountain.”
Discord blows Havoc a kiss. “Nay, Kerri won’t let you. She likes me too much.” He winks at me.
And on that note…
I’m positive there will be bloodshed before this day is over.
I’m also positive Discord is confused. I don’t likehimtoo much. I likeHavoctoo much, and therein lies a very real complication for me. One that keeps stirring the horde of butterflies in my stomach whenever Havoc looks my way.
Which he does.
A lot.
And I should know, because I can’t seem to stop staring at him, either.
11
KERRI
What am I doing?
I’m about to make a colossal mistake, is what.
Go big or go home.
Right?
Well, I can’t go home…
I lie in bed and stare into the darkness. Each breath is a labored task, and when I press a hand between my breasts, my heart is an erratic beat against my slick palm. Sound judgment seems to have left me because I’m weighing my options rather than doing the intelligent thing, the logical thing.
I can stay where I am and force myself to go to sleep. Or follow through with my plan and do something stupid. Something one of us might regret in the morning.
Spoiler alert: it won’t be me.
Assuming Havoc doesn’t reject me, which is a real possibility.
