Ashton leans forward from the backseat. “Maybe you should steal it. This car is so much nicer than your piece of crap on wheels.”
I toss up my middle finger at him. “At least I own a set of wheels.”
Ashton shifts in his seat. “I own a bike. It has a set of wheels.”
Nova glances at him, and I’m biting my lip, trying not to laugh. “You never told me you owned a motorcycle. That’s hot!” she squeals.
I hate to burst her little fantasy, but that isn’t what he means. “He owns a bicycle.”
“Oh,” Nova says and giggles. “That’s cute, too.”
Ashton huffs under his breath and glances out the window.
“You were just dying to ruin it for him, weren’t you?” Bristol asks.
I laugh under my breath. “You think you know everything about me.” I want to tell her how wrong she is, but she did hit the mark on that one.
Reaching out for Bristol, my hand grazes her thigh, my fingers caressing over her jeans, wishing she were wearing a lot less right now.
I glance at her, and her tongue darts out, striking the corner of her lips.
Damn, she looks hot.
I adjust myself in my seat, doing my best not to get a hard-on while driving her back to my place. That can happen later, assuming we’re on good terms.
Honestly, I don’t know where we stand.
We probably need to talk after the little spat this evening, with her threatening to break up with me if I showed up on campus.
Well, guess who didn’t listen?
My firebreather sure has a mouth on her, one I’d love to teach a little lesson to.
We arrive back at the house, and Luca and Harper are lounging on the couch watching a movie. They pause it when we come inside.
“How is everyone?” Luca untangles from Harper, standing up to greet us. He breathes a sigh of relief when he lays eyes on my sister, Sophia.
Luca pulls her in for a hug and I can’t help but watch the exchange a little too closely. “Remember who you’re married to,” I grumble at him.
He raises an eyebrow. “I can’t be relieved your sister is safe?”
Something has always struck me as odd with those two. For the longest time, Luca and Sophia would hang out when she’d visit on weekends. Then, one day, it was like they couldn’t even look at one another.
I know he wasn’t stupid enough to sleep with my twin sister.
They’re like two magnets pushing away from each other.
Magnetic repulsion.
But what the hell would have caused that?
I always chalked it up to him making some lame dick joke and her being too sophisticated to deal with his antics.
But now, the sudden concern has the hairs on my arms standing on end.
Luca hurries over to give Bristol a hug as well. This one looks far more forced. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” Like he’s trying to explain away his rushing over to Sophia to embrace her.
I glance at Harper and raise an eyebrow. “You don’t find this,” I gesture at Luca, “a bit odd?”
