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ASHER

Why does she have to be so fucking beautiful? And smart? And fucking sexy?

I watch her trying to negotiate with Baz to eat his peas at my mom’s dinner table, and all I can think about is last night in her room.

I hate that that’s exactly where I want to be.

Always.

But I can’t be there.

I can’t commit to her, and she wants a commitment. She thought she was in love with me.

I’ve ignored four calls from Sawyer today, and I know he wants to hash this shit out, but I'm not having it.

Fuck that asshole.

He told me how serious it was hooking up with a single mother, and now he goes behind my back at tries to do the same thing with the exact same single mother.

Fuck him.

“Colt wouldn’t eat them either.”

Jesus, thanks Mom. We’re going back to this. I can’t think about my brother right now. I’m already in a shitty fucking mood.

I don’t want to be here.

Vivienne smiles as she gives up and turns the conversation to something else. “Are you guys excited to move?”

My mom smiles brightly, but I see the sadness in her eyes. “I am.” She looks around the dining room. “But I'm going to miss it here.”

“We’ll miss you too.” Viv tucks her hair behind her ear. She’s wearing a shirt with a high collar and her hair down, but I catch a quick glimpse of the blotchy purple mark I left on her neck, my dick twitching in my jeans at the thought.

“You can come visit anytime.” My mother’s voice sounds slightly nervous. “And we still have the lake house here.”

Lola and I both tense, and it’s my sister that switches the subject. “You’re going to love living on the beach, Mom.”

Our mother is beaming now. “I can’t wait. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

Vivienne smiles, and the rest of dinner is bullshit small talk before Viv takes Baz home in her car, and I hug my mom and shake Tony’s hand before Lola walks me out to mine.

“Take it easy on her tonight, okay?”

I know she’s talking about Viv, and I can’t resist. “She doesn’t like it easy.”

Lola fake gags. “I’m not talking about sex, asshole. Don’t have sex with her at all, but also don’t be an asshole.”

We reach my driver’s door, but I don’t move to open it. “She isn’t married.”

“No. She’s not, but she is in love with you.”

My blood runs cold as I stare at my sister, my mom’s driveway is lit up and the sun hasn’t gone down completely so I can see her clearly and there are no fucks given on her face. “She told you that.”

Lola stands firm, her face showing no emotion. “She loves you, and I really, really think you love her too, but you’re a coward and immature and that’s fine. But do not punish her.”

“Damn, Lols. Don’t hold back.”

“I love you.” She places a hand on my shoulder, and I know she does. “But you have so much to learn. And you are an immature little shit.”

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