He cuts me off and steps back. “Is that what this is about? You need to get laid?”
I swallow hard, flashes of his lips around my cock flicker behind my eyes. I’d thought about it way more than I’ll ever admit.
I grab his shirt, getting a hold of myself. “Don’t you fucking dare start. No, I don’t need to get laid, but like I said, I miss being touched. And things are just starting to feel better with us. So yeah, I’m fucking hesitant to let it all play out again before the wedding.”
He stops his retreat but narrows his eyes. “What do you want?”
“My best friend.”
He lifts a brow, but doesn’t speak, going over my words. “What does that mean?”
“You fucking know. It’s every little thing. I want all the space gone.”
“Is that all?” He steps closer, sliding his arms around my neck.
I try to ignore the way my heart accelerates. “And I want to kick Mark’s ass.”
He rolls his eyes but fights a smile. “Don’t you dare.”
“If he—” I grind my teeth and grumble.
“If he goes after me next game, you have free rein to do whatever you want.” Angel brushes his fingers up the back of my neck making me shiver.
“He’s going to end up with a black eye and a broken nose for his damn wedding.” My eyes flutter closed.
Angel finally cracks and laughs. “I won’t stop you, but not at Christmas. I just want to see my grandfather.”
I give in because I’m so fucking weak when it comes to him.
We’reon a plane the next week against my better judgment. It’s a quick flight, and this time he didn’t rent a car. We grab acab and head toward his house. Thankfully, there’s no traffic this close to Christmas.
I keep my eyes inside the vehicle, and my skin crawls. I hate that being back here does this to me. There are parts of this city I never want to see again. The only reason I come back is for Angel.
“Be ready for her to put you in the basement. No chance she lets us sleep in the same room.”
“We’ve slept in the same room since high school. You really think she’ll care that much?” I laugh, not caring. It’s not like hooking up is on the table.
“Not only does she hate gay people, but you know, no one can have sex under her roof,” Archangel says when we’re nearly there.
“Not like we were going to have sex.” I side-eye him, trying to get him to go red.
He glares at me, and just when I think he’s getting a little pink, he turns away because we’ve stopped in front of his parents McMansion, and his mother is waiting outside.
Steph and Mark somehow pulled up minutes before us, and I’m glad we didn’t see them at the airport. I don’t know if I could have resisted hitting him without the consequences of Archangel’s family.
“How does she even know we’re here?”
“She has a ring camera that she stalks like the neighbors are all murderers.”
“That seems right for your mother.” I take both our suitcases from the driver and carry them toward the massive front porch.
Archangel reaches for his, but I wave him off. “What are you doing?”
“Being your boyfriend.” I grin at him, knowing it’s going to annoy the shit out of him.
“I am a man. I can carry my own bag.”
I nod at Mark and Steph, who are bringing their things inside, and she’s carrying her own suitcase. That shuts Archangel up.
