He smelled like coming home after a late night at work, all the lights off except for one warm bulb over the stove, the one that never burns out. Her phone vibrated again.
“You gonna get that?” he asked, just an inch from her.
“No,” Hanna whispered.
“Fucking messy,” Milo mumbled, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. He moved slowly, likely so as not to scare her off, but she knew the moment his lips hovered an inch from hers, they’d made a very bad, very stupid choice.
But goddamn did the static in the space between their skin feel good.
“Hanna!”
The anger in Matty’s voice ripped them apart as he pounded on Milo’s door, shaking it in its frame.
“Are you in there?”
Milo nudged her to the side, her cheeks pink, and opened the door. Matty flew into the kitchen, his face much redder than either of theirs.
“You!” He pointed at Hanna, Sara trailed behind, begging him to calm down.
“Me?” Hanna asked, confused.
Matty ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.
“Does my brother know you’re here?”
“I have no idea!” Hanna said.
Her phone buzzed against the counter again, and Matty snatched it.
“Who the hell is DO NOT ANSWER?”
Hanna frowned.
“Hanna!” Matty hissed.
She grabbed the phone from his hand. “You don’t get to have an opinion on how I cope with your brother, okay?”
Milo stood behind Hanna, the contact sending another blush over her cheeks.
“What’s the problem, man?”
“She never told Logan she moved!”
“I didn’t move, I just temporarily relo?—”
“Whatever you want to call it,” Matty cut her off. “You didn’t tell him, and guess who decided to surprise our parents for Father’s Day and a week of job interviews in the city?”
“Shit,” Milo said under his breath.
“He’s driving down here now to stay with us and I was too much of a little bitch to tell him that my guest room is occupied by his ex-girlfriend!”
“Matty!” Hanna gasped.
Matty sighed. “You have to fix this.”
“It’s not Hanna’s fault that Logan didn’t think to ask first,” Sara said, patting Matty’s shoulder.
“I know,” he groaned. “I know. I just hate how messy all of this is.”
