Page 141 of Flipping the Script

He cackled. “We so have to.”

“How about we go back inside for a bit. Maybe you can show me your studio and what you’re working on?”

“You want to?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He beamed a big smile at me. “Yeah. That would be great. Then I can show you my bed again.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “See if you can pull off those moves when you’re not on a couch.”

“Deal.”

“Why do you keep looking at your dick?”

“Adam!” Dad admonished, his lips twitching with humor.

“What?” Adam looked between me and Dad. “I’m simply asking my brother a question.”

“I’m looking at my phone.” I held it up and waved it in his face.

He snatched it out of my hand. “Who’re you texting?”

“No one. Give it back.”

“No.” He jumped up.

“Adam,” Pops said, not quite managing to sound stern. “Give Jesse back his phone.”

“This phone?” Adam held it up. “Sure. As soon as I find out who Jess has been texting.”

“Are you on my side or his?” I asked Hannah as Adam moved out of my reach and stood behind her chair.

“Mine, obviously.” Adam held up my phone, the screen pointed at him.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked.

“Unlocking it,” he said, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. “Holy shit, it worked.” He cackled and flipped the phone around so I could see the screen was unlocked. “I know we look alike, but this seems like a security flaw.”

“You’re awfully calm for a man whose little brother has full access to his phone,” Tristan, Quinn’s boyfriend, said, looking between us.

I shrugged and suppressed my grin. My brother had no idea this was all part of our plan. “He’s not going to find anything interesting.”

Bas and I had spent the day at his cabin relaxing, fucking, and listening to music, not necessarily in that order.

I’d worried that things might be weird while we transitioned from not-quite-hate fucking to boyfriends, but it wasn’t. Being with Bas was easy, the same as fighting with him had been.

Touching him, kissing him was the most natural thing in the world, and making him smile was just as much fun as pissing him off.

We’d also spent a good chunk of time today figuring out how we were going to tell my family and Hannah about us. We’d thought of all the traditional ways, like walking in together or standing up and making an announcement but had ultimatelydecided to use my brother’s curiosity against him and mess with everyone a bit first.

“Not going to find anything? Challenge accepted.” Adam squished himself into the space between Hannah and Quinn’s chairs, moving further out of my reach. “Cover me.”

“Do I need to be Dad right now?” Dad asked me.

I shook my head.

Both he and Pops shot me strange looks.

I shrugged again, loving how extra we were being.

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