They went to the latch, lifting it up and pushing the window open so Dominic could slip inside.
He could open it from the outside anyway, I reasoned with myself.He’s coming in regardless.
Sure. That was why I opened it. Let’s go with that.
I went back to my desk, turning my attention back to my project. At least, that was what I tried to do. “You realise you walked past my door not thirty seconds ago?”
Dominic was wandering around my room, taking in the various posters and framed art pieces. “Coming in the window is our tradition now.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s a tradition that’s gonna cave the porch roof in one day and send your arse straight to the concrete below, but whatever.”
“I’ll land on my feet. I always do.”
I grunted. “Surprised you’re even here given Max is home.”
“He’s got his headphones on.” Dominic dropped onto the end of my bed and leaned back on his elbows. “He can’t hear us.”
It hadn’t escaped me that he’d been keeping his voice low. So had I, but that was because I couldn’t be bothered dealing with another Max hissy fit.
I suspected Dominic had different reasons for keeping my twin in the dark.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Dominic cocked his head. “Then whatdidyou mean?”
I shrugged, trying to ignore the heat climbing up my neck. “Just that you’re bothering with me at all when he’s here.”
He studied me curiously before a cocky grin slowly spread across his face. “Shit, you’re pissed that I ditched you earlier.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I turned back to my blank page, trying to tamp down the rising irritation. “I’m not a child. We’re not playing favourites here.”
There was no point. We both knew who’d win every time.
Spoiler alert—it wouldn’t be me.
“Well, what I need right now isn’t something Max can give me.”
He couldn’t mean me… I slowly turned my head to fully face him. From the smirk he was wearing and the bulge his jeans was doing nothing to hide, he absolutelydidmean me doing…that.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Reckon you owe me,” Dominic drawled, deftly flicking open the button on his jeans. My blood pressure rose until I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. “I did protect you from Maya today.”
My hands dug into the arms of my chair as I fought to keep them there instead of lamping him. Something told me that was exactly what he wanted. “Go fuck yourself, Dominic.”
He smiled mockingly. “I mean, I could…but why would I when your mouth is right there?”
I was on my feet and striding over to him before I realised what was happening. I didn’t think I’d ever been this angry before. Just who the fuck did Dominic think he was?
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I squeezed hard enough to make sure I had his full attention. “Listen to me very carefully, Dominic. The day I touch you again is the day hell freezes over.”
His fingers locked around my wrist as he gave a dark chuckle. “That might be more believable if you weren’t literally touching me as you said it, Shadow.”
I ripped my hand away, jerking out of his grip. “You’re despicable.”
“Maybe. But I think you like me this way.”
I stomped back over to my sketchpad. “Get out, Dominic.”
