“Why? He disrespected you, Killi. He should be fucking apologizing.”
“He was just trying to protect you, Damien. You’re his boyfriend.” The way Killien says that makes me cringe.
“Am I?” I laugh. It’s a serious question, because I’ve never discussed it with Jacob. And, also . . . The only boyfriend I want is sitting right next to me.
Killien drops his phone on the sofa beside us and looks at me, utterly confused. His fingers slowly tangle with the loose threads of grey fabric on the armrest. He’s so cute, I could eat his face. Seriously, he has no business being so handsome. His ginger hair and brown eyes are pure perfection to me. The freckles on the bridge of his nose have faded over time, but I can still tell they’re there. I havealwaysloved them.
“What?” I laugh again, spinning one of my lip rings with my tongue.
Fuck, I wanna kiss him.
“Aren’t you two . . . dating?”
“I guess? Honestly, I don’t know.”
“He sounds pretty serious when he talks about you, though . . .” There’s a strange spark in Killien’s eyes. Is he jealous? Because that’s what I want.
“Well, if he thinks so seriously about me, he should fucking apologize.”
Killien’s phone buzzes a few times, and he turns away to look at it. He picks it up and starts typing, but he keeps the device at a considerable distance from me. Is he chatting with someone he doesn’t want me to know about? Maybe Owen? I resist the urge to snap the phone out of his hand. I hate it when he hides shit from me.
I don’t have much time to think about that, though, because my phone starts buzzing too. It’s a call from Jacob. I stare at thescreen for a few seconds before picking up. Should I even? I’m gonna be really pissed if he doesn’t apologize for the shit he said.
“Hello?” I say, rolling my eyes as I wait for Jacob to speak.
“Hi, honey . . .”
“Yes?” I look at Killien, who seems busy with his iPhone, a half smile on his lips.
Who the fuck is he texting?
“Can you please come over? We should talk,” Jacob says.
“Only if you apologize for the shit you said to my brother,” I snap, getting Killien’s attention too. The rage in my voice makes it sound shaky. I didn’t even know I was still so pissed. But it’s logical, isn’t it? He messed with my ginger angel. That’s a big no-no in my book.
“Uh—” Jacob sighs. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have said that . . . I was too stressed, I’m sorry. Let him know that I didn’t mean it.”
I smile, still letting the rage run through my veins like poison. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me.”
“I will, if you come see me.” Jacob’s tone is playful, and I find myself unable to resist it.
The memory of our encounter last night slides through my mind and clouds my thoughts. I place my feet on top of the battered coffee table, crossing them at the ankles. Of course, it wobbles and almost collapses on itself. I’m not that heavy, but it seems like me falling over it the other night was too much for it to take.
Damn, I hate this place.
Killien looks at me as if he’s expecting something, but soon gets distracted by his phone again. I really need to figure out who he’s chatting with. The little smile on his face makes me raging jealous.
“Fine, I’ll be there soon,” I say to Jacob, while I try to peek at Killien’s phone.
“See you later, honey.” Jacob hangs up, and I’m still trying to see what Killien is so busy with.
I lean closer to my brother, but he pulls his phone away and raises an eyebrow at me. The sexy smirk on his lips makes my entire body respond to him like iron to a magnet. I can’t stay away, I can’t resist the urge to place a hand on the back of his neck. And he just stares at me, doing nothing. I almost pull him closer, but the fear of being rejected stops me. I wanna taste his lips. Desperately.
“Who are you texting?” My question throws him off a bit, especially because I press harder on the back of his neck.
“Um . . .” Killien blushes, just a little bit. “It seems like Owen got my number from Jacob.”
I nod and fake a smile for him. I don’t like Owen at all; there’s something wrong with the way he looks at my brother. Ifgolden boyputs a finger on Killien, I’m gonna destroy him. I swear. But I’m not saying that, of course. I can keep my cool. For now.
