“It’s all talk. Gods, get over it. At least he’s trying to protect me.” She’s still not giving us the full story about Mark. I know it in my gut. But what could she have possibly told him?
“Call him off then.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do. I want a fucking truce. Clearly, you two are happy, and mom and dad are off my back about breaking up with Wolfe since they worship him for some reason.” It clearly annoys her, which delights me.
I smirk. “Because I’m the right choice.”
“Weirdest reason for them to suddenly not be homophobic, but whatever.”
“It is weird, isn’t it?”
“I think they like him more than both of us,” Steph sighs. “But that’s your problem now.”
“It’s the best problem to have,” Archangel says smugly.
My cheeks heat, and I drag him closer to kiss his temple. “I’m never going to stop being your problem.”
He’s mine and I’m possessive over my best friend. No one is taking him from me.
“Ew,” Steph says. “Anyway, can we just call this a truce and make things easier?”
“Are you going to call off Mark?” I ask before anyone can agree to anything. If he hurts Angel, I’ll kill him.
“Yes, I’ll tell him to back down.” She waits, then asks, “So…truce?”
“It’s up to your brother,” I say, putting my arm around him. “What do you want, baby?”
“Yeah, fine, truce.”
“Great.”
“What does a truce even mean?” he asks when she’s gone.
“Fuck if I know. We haven’t even done anything.”
“Not unless you count just showing up.” Which was a plot, but she doesn’t know that.
“Maybe she thinks that if she’s not upset by our relationship, it will end?”
I gasp. “That bitch. I’m not just fake dating you because she hates it.” Even if that was a big motivator.
“You’re not?” Archangel asks, like it’s news to him.
“You also have a great mouth.”
“Fuck you.”
“I mean, if you’re offering before the party…”
He rolls his eyes. “Fucking and blow jobs are not the same.”
“What’s that thing you said about a mouth being the same as any other mouth, wouldn’t that be the case with an ass…”
TWENTY-NINE
ARCHANGEL
“Excuse me?” I cannot believe what just came out of his mouth. “Am I dreaming?”
