“Can’t sleep?” I didn’t hear her get up, and her voice sounds from the other side of the room.
“Something like that.” I offer her my whiskey and listen as her feet pad across the room, coming to a stop by my side. She takes the glass and takes the smallest sip known to man and still ends up coughing.
A slight grin tugs up the corner of my mouth. We both knew that would happen, but Sidney is determined to become a whiskey drinker even though she fucking despises whiskey.
“I don’t get it!” she stomps her foot, turning my small smile into a full-blown one. “I thought exposure therapy would work.”
“Not sure you can do exposure therapy on whiskey, cricket.”
“Well, why not?” She crosses her arms after she hands the drink back.
“You either like it or you don’t.”
She pouts, “That sounds like bullshit.”
“I don’t make the rules,” I take a sip, letting the burn warm me through, reveling in it as it sinks through my chest.
I flick my eyes to her, noting the lack of pants on her, my tee falling to mid-thigh.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks.
“Do you need to ask?”
“I suppose not,” she leans into me. “Same thing that’s kept me awake.”
“You looked asleep to me.”
She chuckles, “Creeper.”
I don’t deny it. If we are together, either at her place or mine, I always check in on her. It’s been that way since we were still kids.
“Are you regretting your offer?” Her tone is light and airy, but I still hear the tension pushing at the edges.
“The opposite, actually,” I tell her honestly.
“Is it crazy that I am considering it?” She flicks her dark eyes at me before looking away quickly.
“You know I would give you the world, Sid. I’m not sure why you’re so shocked I’d offer you that. And I mean it. You could say yes right now, and I’d do my damn best to give you what you wanted.”
“How would it even work?” She tugs on the hem of my shirt, “Like, do we go to a clinic? I have no idea how we would even do it.”
My mouth goes dry. “Well, I wasn’t considering a clinic.”
Her eyes bug out of her head, “You mean…”
“Do I need to give you the birds and the bees talk?” I joke even though the walls are closing in around me and heat is rushing down my spine. “When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much they—hey ow!” I grasp her wrists to stop her from swatting my chest again.
“I know how sex works, Noah!” Her face is beet red, the blush traveling down her throat and disappearing under the collar of my tee. “But you and me?”
My brows lower. Has she reallyneverthought about me that way?
“You’re like…”
Don’t say brother. Do not fucking say brother.I mean, she’s never said it before, I’m not sure why she would start now, but I suppose there’s always a place to start.
“You’re Noah,” she finishes.
“I’m more than capable of fucking you, Sidney.” The words slip out entirely too easily and hang in the air between us.
