She rolls her eyes, giving me a look of derision. “Oh please. It’s been far too long. I still think you should fuck one of your brothers’ friends,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows as I make a gagging motion.
“Fuck no.”
She doesn’t understand why I don’t find them attractive, but I never have.
We grew up together, and I’ve always seen them as somewhat older brothers. They certainly have the brotherly overprotective thing down pat.
If one of them got wind of what happened on Thursday night, they’d hunt the guy down and kill him. It’s one of the reasons I don’t date, because I know they’d get involved and either scare the guy away or do something that would make me regret the entire thing.
Those guys take being overprotective to the next level, and I’m honestly surprised I’ve managed to get away with having as much freedom as I do.
They’re all a year older than me, and when I first came to BU, they tried their hardest to get me to move into the spare room of their cottage but fuck that.
I knew with absolute certainty that if I moved in with them, I wouldn’t be able to get enough space to breathe. I love them all to death, but they don’t seem to understand that I’m a grown ass woman and can take care of myself.
So, I ended up moving into the dorms, although they wouldn’t let me have a roommate.
They figured if I was going to live on my own, then I needed to live on myown. Not sure how that makes sense in their minds, but whatever.
They also installed security systems on my door and windows and made me promise to call one of them if I neededanything.
It’s been over a year, and I’ve never had to call them for anything like they were so sure I would need to.
“Theyarehot,” Freya chimes in, her smile knowing. She knows I’ve never felt that way about any of them, but sometimes it’s easier to just agree with Misty or you never hear the end of it.
I guess—objectively speaking—they are good looking, but I’ve never thought of any one of them that way, and I never will.
“So is your brother,” I shoot back with a smirk, and she huffs out a breath before changing the subject, thank God.
She’s used to people fawning all over her hockey playing brother, so it usually does the trick to get her to back down. I guess I know the feeling, too, because this isn’t the first time it’s been brought up to me, and I know it won’t be the last.
Her and Misty start chatting about their plans for Halloween and I zone out again, not caring much about dressing up and going out again. I’ve never been a fan of that particular holiday, so I may have lied and told them that I’m heading home for the weekend to see my mom. In reality, I’m going to be hiding away in my dorm doing absolutely nothing, please and thank you.
My mind drifts to that night, but rather than thinking about what’s been replaying on my mind for days, I focus on the beginning of the night. I’d completely forgotten about it, but now that I think about it, I remember watching Cole slinking off to find the new girl, Lana.
There’s been rumors swirling around about the two of them and I’ve been itching to ask him about it, but I know he’ll only deny it right now. My brother likes to hide behind his mask of indifference, but I know deep down that he’s nothing like that.
And Lana seems like she would be good for him. I’ve already seen a difference in the way he acts around others since they met.
I don’t know her in the slightest, but I could gleam just from the looks he gives her that there’s something there and I honestly have no doubt that they’ll end up together since I’ve never seen that look on my brothers face before.
He would be good to her, I know that for certain.And I’m betting that she’d be exactly what he needs, since my brotherdefinitely needs someone to put him in his place every now and then.
Of course, my mind then drifts to the next part of the evening, of the mystery guy saving me from the unwanted advance, to me asking him to go someplace else. The way he took me on the table, almost as if he knew I wanted to be nowhere near that bed. The way he had me bend over it while he?—
Stop thinking about it.
Pushing the thoughts of that night and everything related to it out of my mind, I try to focus on the conversation around me.
I need to forget about the guy wearing the mask and everything that happened.
It was a one-time thing, and I’ll never see him again.
We pack up after finishing our lunch and I check the time on my phone to make sure I have enough time to make it to class, but what I see has adrenaline pumping through my veins and my blood running cold at the same time.
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Have you missed me, love?
