“Hell to the no.”
He yanks both of my earbuds out and tosses them to Amelia. I watch, defeated, when my phone goes with them and crashes onto the floor.
He mutters, “Shit,” knowing he’s going to get beat by me after this plane ride ends.
“If that’s cracked, you’re paying for the repair.”
Elijah taunts, “We’re rich. You can just buy another one.”
I inspect my screen once it’s back in my hold. Lucky for Elijah, I don’t spot a single crack. “Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I want to blow all my money on phones.”
“You’d rather spend it on cars? Like that’s better?” Elijah points out and rolls his eyes.
I love the thrill of speeding down a winding road with my window down. The wind blowing through my hair and feeling it on my skin gives me a sense of joy. Sometimes, it provides more relief for my stress than singing. So, yes, buying a car is worth it. Now, I think not only of myself when I buy a car, but I also think if she would approve. I even think about if her shopping bags would fit in the trunk. For however long she’s with me, which I hope is forever, I plan on spoiling her. I know she doesn’t like it, but I really don’t care. I wouldn’t want to spend my money on anything other than her.
“Comparing cars to phones is ridiculous,” I say blankly to my stupid brother.
“Cars are more expensive,” he argues like he’s a fucking genius.
No shit, Sherlock. I thought they were cheaper.
“You’re going to give me a headache.” I groan and run a hand down my face. “Give me back my earbuds.”
From where Amelia sits in front of us—looking very comfortable, might I add—she glances at Elijah, unsure.
“Don’t look at him, Amelia, just give me back my stuff.”
As she leans forward with my stuff in hand, Elijah scolds her, “Don’t. We’re going to play a game. I’m bored.”
“We just took off,” Amelia corrects him.
“I have a short attention span.”
Damn right. I could agree with that. I thought I could catch up on all the sleep I’d missed while on this plane, but that idea is out of the question now, seeing how annoying he’s already acting.
Amelia lets out a sigh and cuddles into her blanket. “What game do you want to play?”
Elijah snaps his fingers with a bright smile. “Let’s list off things we love about Trinity.”
I can’t help but glare over at him. “You want to play a game about my girlfriend?”
He shrugs. “She’s my best friend.”
“Same,” Amelia pipes in.
“Watch what you say. I know where the plane door is,” I warn him stiffly, and he swallows tightly.
“You know I don’t love her like that.” He sighs.
Elijah means no harm—I know that. Elijah and I are tight—obviously, he’s my brother. Amelia and Elijah are close to Trinity as well. A part of me is possessive of her. I can’t help it. When you have something you treasure with your life, all you want to do is protect it. That’s Trinity to me.
“I’ll go first,” I say and glance up at the plane’s ceiling. “I love how she can make me feel alive with one look.”
Elijah fake gags and pushes my shoulder. “Someone, get me a barf bag. The chicken I ate earlier is coming back up,” he yells and laughs once an attendant runs to the back of the plane in a hurry.
“That’s mean,” Amelia whispers when she hands him one with a grim look.
Through his obnoxious laughs, he wheezes out. “I didn’t think she would actually run to get me one.”
