Another ding.
“Just call a truce,” he reads flatly.
“A truce,” I snap, making a tiny growl. “You know what that got me the last time?”
More dumbfounded silence, accompanied by witless looks.
“A lifetime of regret,” I bark.
“Genital lice,” Derek whispers to a nodding Devin.
I dig my heels into the ground, rolling my chair away from my vamp and forcing the boys to take a step back before I stand and close the distance between us, snatching my phone from Derek’s hands.
“No. I didn’t get fucking crabs, Derek.”
Another ding.
My eyes narrow on the message.
Golds:Just try and be friends. Do it for me? Pleeaassssse.
The moment I read it, another text comes in.
Golds:I feel better knowing there’s an extra person out there who has your back.
I faintly hearWhat did she say?before one of the boys shushes the other, and I feel them sidle up behind me, looking over my shoulder.
My eyes narrow. Oh, I’m so mad at her.
I should’ve been an only child, because this is a prime example of sibling manipulation. The FBI should study Goldie’s techniques.
Ding.
Golds:I swear it’s not a guilt trip. It’s just being this far away makes me worry. We haven’t been apart until now. I love you. We’re soulmates remember.
A deep exhale leaves me as my body recognizes defeat.
I don’t want to type what I type. But I do anyway because I don’t want to ruin her damn honeymoon. Especially since I know I’m being difficult, but what am I supposed to do?
Me:Okay. Fine. I’ll try and find something redeemable about him.
It’s not like I can tell my sister that part of why I hate him so much is because I can’t get rid of how horny I am over him. It’s disgusting. Truly.
Although I should, because if she’d eloped like a regular human instead of forcing people to celebrate her, I wouldn’t be in this mess.It was a nice wedding, though.
But what if what happened at the wedding happens again? Because it’s clear to me, and not because I looked it up on the damn internet (I did), that this “attraction” is solely a trauma response. It’s the only explanation for why I’m sexually attracted to the human equivalent of a hot dog.
Chase is all lips and assholes smushed into something that resembles a dick.
We just went through some weird shit, and now, in the recesses of my brain, I sometimes see him in the narrative my mom and sister keep trying to push on me.
I’m nodding to myself, remembering a Reddit I read by Immareal1. They had a similar experience happen to them. According to their post, this is a thing. And they are areal one, as stated in their name, so the advice seems solid.
I mean ... without that theory, I may start to believe the lie. That he’s actuallysomething. And he’s not.
“He’s like a real-life Happy Gilmore. Except worse,” I breathe out, my fingers hovering to text her, but she beats me to the punch.
Golds:I know you’re thinking this will be hell. But hear me out. I’ve got three reasons I think you two would make great friends
