“It wasn’t my plan, believe me,” Chance says.
“You can’t see him ever again,” I tell him.
“What?”
I shake my head. “I forbid it.”
“You forbid it?”
“Yeah,” I say, folding my arms in front of me.
“We are both adults. You don’t get to tell us what to do.”
“Yes, I can. Please. You could hook up with anyone, just not him.”
“Are you jealous?” Chance smirks.
I take a step toward him, it takes everything in me not to want to punch the asshole out. “Never. I won’t say I regret what we had together because I wouldn’t have realized what a catch Charlie was if I hadn’t gone through the shit you put me through.”
Chance flinches at my words. “I had problems, D.”
“And it seems like you still haven’t fixed them.”
“You don’t get to tell me when the time is right to come out of the closet.” Chance glares at me.
“You’re right, but I think you would be a hell of a lot happier if you did.”
Chance huffs. “I like women, D.”
My eyes widen. “Didn’t see you making out with a woman tonight, did I?”
“And I like men too.”
“That makes you bi, Chance. Which is totally acceptable nowadays. You can be a sparkly fucking unicorn if you want.”
“But I just can’t date your brother?” Chance smirks.
“No.”
“I like him,” he says quietly.
“You like him?” I scoff.
“Yeah. I do.”
“You don’t know him.”
“Didn’t take you long to fall for Charlie,” Chance bites back.
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“He’s not in the fucking closet.”
“Well, Arran is, and so am I, so that seems like a great match,” he says, continuing to push my buttons.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
