He grabs my shoulders and shakes me lightly. “Are they hot?”
“Toby!”
“What? It’s an important question!”
“Yes, they’re hot, they’re my brothers,” I admit. “Some would say insanely hot. One is practically a Calvin Klein ad in human form. And the other is a chaotic, charming mess. And then there are their two brothers, and they are just as hot.”
“Oh my god.” Toby drops onto the couch beside me like he’s fainting. “You have hot Scottish brothers? Like … Outlander energy?”
I laugh. “Apparently.”
“I hate you,” he mutters. “You get trauma AND aesthetics? That’s rude.”
I roll my eyes. “Toby … they are my brothers.”
His eyes light up. “Which means you can’t fuck them.” I make a disgusted face. He leans forward. “Tell me everything.”
So, I do. I fill Toby in on everything, show him their socials, and have a good gossip session. It’s exactly what I need to help me decompress.
“Okay. Well. I’m meeting them. I’m buying a new outfit to impress one of them.”
“They’re straight,” I tell him.
“Are they?” He smirks, raising a brow.
“You will not corrupt my brothers.”
Toby rolls his eyes at me. “You’re such a killjoy. Fine, but we have work to do,” he says, standing up and sashaying away.
I’d better check in with my own group chat before I start anything.
Derrick: Bitches, gather around. I have some news.
Sienna: Charlie proposed?
Derrick: What? No. I wish.
Vanessa: He will, one day. You two are adorable.
Isla: You’re having a baby?
Derrick: I wish. I’m not getting knocked up anytime like you bitches.
Olivia: Spill it NOW.
Derrick: I spoke to my brothers.
Silence.
Sienna: OMG. No way. You did it.
Vanessa: I can’t believe you got the balls and called them.
Derrick: I messaged Rowan first. I thought start with the closest one.
Isla: And?
Olivia: He’s nice, isn’t he?
