The two bickered back and forth like the little siblings they were. Gabi refused to look at Max across the room. They sometimes bickered like that, like siblings, because that’s how they’d grown up.
But now she knew exactly what he felt like inside her. This was a disaster.
“Stop panicking,” Max said from right next to her, and she jumped.
“Dammit, Max,” she bit out. How did he sidle in that quickly? It was unnerving.
“You’re freaking out because my parents are here and because of last night and this morning,” he said softly.
“Your observations are annoying. I need to make lunch. Thanks for the warning,” she muttered.
“Forgive me. I got sidetracked for some reason last night.”
She glared at him. “Not helping.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it,” he said. He was trying to goad her. She wouldn’t fall for it.
“You hiding any more confetti poppers?” she asked.
He brushed up against her ass. “Nope,” he teased.
“Oh my god, your parents are here,” she gasped, shifting away from him.
“Is my brother being a pain again?” Ava asked, her voice cutting through the tension Gabi was currently trying to tamp down.
“Always. Who wants lunch?” Gabi asked, moving to the opposite side of the island, away from Max and his parents, who were like her parents.
She should regret what they’d done last night. That would be the smart reaction.