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Why should I be the one to go when this is my fucking house? I hit pause on the movie and glare at them. “You two should get a fucking room, if this is what you plan on doing.”

Thank fuck that breaks whatever spell they’re under, and Lev stops kissing her. But he doesn’t move his hand away from Zara’s full, perfect tit.

“Sorry dude,” my best friend says, not sounding sorry in the slightest. “But our plans for tonight were a little more exciting than watching a movie.”

I bet. “You don’t fucking say.” I practically growl. “I don’t give two shits what your plans were. You have company. If you aren’t watching the movie, you should take your party for two to Zara’s room.”

As if he hadn’t heard one word I just said, Lev’s hand sneaks under Zara’s t-shirt and lowers her bra. Her hard little nipple is almost poking through the thin fabric. “We were planning to go all the way tonight.” He informs me.

Fuck.

I clench my fists, reminding myself that Lev is like a brother to me. We’re actually closer than I am to Ares. “Yeah, whatever.” I grumble. “Then definitely take this show upstairs.”

He smiles, and I almost succumb to the urge to punch him in the face. I don’t think we’ve had a real brawl since we were in middle school; but if he doesn’t stop looking at me like he’s won some kind of challenge, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.

The way she’s looking at me makes our situation one hundred percent worse. Her hair is slightly tousled. After Lev has been running his fingers through it; her lips are swollen byhis kisses, and all I can do is wish I was the one who was about to take her upstairs and get to know how it feels to be inside of her.

“Or,” Lev taunts me. “You could join us. Whether we go upstairs or we stay down here.”

What the fuck is wrong with him? “Come again?” I can’t hide my confusion.

He ignores me, whispering something in her ear.

Zara nods, her green eyes going from Lev to me. She’s so beautiful that it fucking hurts.

“Chance, please stay.” She pleads.

I’m confused, and a little pissed off. “And what? Watch while you two are fucking?”

“No. I miss you, Chance.”

“I miss you too.” I’m still unsure about what Zara wants. “But we talked about it. Nothing has changed about our parents’ expectations. And you and Lev are clearly hitting it off.” The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m happy for my best friend, but I’m furious at the same time that I’m not in his place.

Lev clasps me on the shoulder, and I flinch.

“Dude, we need to talk about this. Are you ending things with Zara because you don’t really want more than being her stepbrother or just because of your parents?”

I don’t see the point of dwelling on it. “Does it matter? You want Zara, right? And it’s quite obvious that she wants you. She made her choice. Right?” I force myself to look at her.

She looks stricken, but also as confused as I am. “I thought you and I were going to figure things out. Take some time to see if there is still something between us.”

My tone is bitter. There’s no way to hide how jealous I am. “Yeah, but that was before you decided to sleep with him. You’ve made your choice.”

Lev intervenes. “The thing is, she hasn’t. Last night we came really close to sleeping together, but I couldn’t go through with it.”

I frown. “Why not?”

That isn’t like Lev. I’ve had my fair share of hookups in the past, but so has he.

“A couple of reasons. First off, I found out Zara hadn’t done it before, and I didn’t want her first time to be at Whisper Point in my front seat.”

I’m still pissed, but I’m glad that Lev wasn’t selfish. I’m all for equality and shit, but let’s face it, girls care about their first time a lot more than boys. That also explains why Lev wanted to cook dinner for her and have tonight’s date at home. He was hoping to get laid, but the storm forced him to stay here, rather than taking Zara back to his place.

“Another reason,” Lev continues. “Is that Zara hasn’t made her choice.”

My ears perk up hearing that. “Wait, what?”

A tick in my best friend’s jaw tells me that what he’s about to say next wounds his pride. “I asked Zara if agreeing to be my girlfriend and wanting to have her first time with me meant that she no longer wanted you.”

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