Page 45 of Game On

I’m busy that week.

Adriana

I didn’t tell you what days I’ll be there.

Dorian

I’m busy for the next 50 years.

So. That was probably not the way for a sibling relationship to become un-awful, but whatever. He had no desire to spend an hour hearing her provide constructive criticism of his attire, hair length, physique, job, or anything else she found fault with.

Adriana

That’s not funny, Dorian.

Dorian

I’m not trying to be.

She sent another message, which he ignored entirely because Jamie sent one too.

Jamie

Where’s my daily Poppy dose?

Dorian

It’s barely noon. Cool your jets.

Jamie

Does she miss me?

Dorian

She knew you for, like, five minutes before you left.

Jamie

Excuse you, I rescued her. She imprinted on me and is forever in my debt.

Dorian

Yes, I’m sure she’s cataloguing all the ways she intends to pay you back.

Jamie

You don’t know that she isn’t.

Dorian laughed and went back to work, starting Matt’s video over again from the beginning. There was a weird transition at the twenty-seven-second mark he wanted to review.

It was possible—maybe—that Dorian had shot himself in the foot the other day. Now that he knew what Jamie felt like against him, how the gentle puffs of his breath tickled the side of his neck, how Jamie’s sharp inhale made him want to kiss his way from Jamie’s collarbone to his mouth to find out what other sounds he could make...

Dorian wanted to throw every excuse not to kiss him out the window and just go for it.

Didn’t help that his and Jamie’s daily texting only made Dorian like him more. As if he hadn’t liked him enough already.

Matt’s video was at a minute and four seconds when Dorian tuned back into his work. Growling under his breath, he shook his head to dislodge thoughts of Jamie and restarted the video from the beginning.

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