Page 69 of Fragile Hearts

“Holy fuck,” I say, exhaling a laugh. “Why the hell is everyone so obsessed with my sex life? Fucking Daze is all over there telling Sloane they should watch Boogie Nights because of my supposed twelve-inch dick, and now you’re asking me this.”

“Twelve-inch dick,” Kai says with a laugh at the same time as Miles says, “Daisy hasn’t seen your dick.”

I turn to him, shaking my head. “No, she hasn’t. But thanks to that fucking bet in high school, that’s the rumor that’s been going around.”

“Worse things they could be saying about you,” Kai says with a laugh as he props his feet on the coffee table.

“How is Daisy?” Miles asks, and when I glance over, I see that same sad look on his face every time he mentions her name.

Shrugging, I reply, “I don’t know, she seems good, same as always.”

“Bro, maybe you gotta take a leaf out of twelve-inch dick boy’s book and actually try letting her know how you feel about her,” Kai says, leaning forward as he looks at his younger brother.

I flip Kai off as Miles says, “I don’t feel anything.”

Kai and I both scoff as Kai says, “Now that’s a bunch of bullshit. You fucking love her. You always have. Things got fucked up between you two, and it’s high time you fixed it.”

“It wasn’t just me that broke things,” Miles says sullenly.

Kai groans. “Dude, fuck, for the last time, Isaac is a dick, and we all wanna punch him in the face. But the longer you let Daze hang out with him, the worse it’s gonna be. Shit, one day the asshat might wake up and actually start legit caring about her, and then where will you be?” he asks. “I’ll tell you, you’ll be well and truly fucked,” he adds. “The past is the past, bro. Now is the time to focus on.”

I raise a brow at Kai, impressed at this pretty solid advice he’s giving his brother. Kai nods, giving me a cheeky grin.

“You know he’s right,” I say, turning back to Miles.

Miles blows out a breath, taking a long swig of his beer as he shoves a hand through his hair.

“For real, bro,” Kai now says, suddenly serious. “Are you still in love with her?”

We both watch as Miles sits at the end of the couch, not saying anything as he drinks his beer, his eyes firmly glued to the TV. Eventually, he gives the tiniest of nods as he says, “I never stopped.”

“Well, halle-fucking-lujah,” Kai shouts, both arms raised. “So now, you tell her that.”

Miles looks over. “And how am I supposed to do that when she’s seeing that fucking asshole?”

Miles never refers to Isaac by his name, always as “that fucking asshole”. Considering the guy was pretty much one of his closest friends before he moved in on Daisy, I kind of get it. None of us actually like him anymore, not just because of what he did to Miles, but also what he continues to do to Daisy. Dude’s a dick to her, and for whatever reason, she just keeps going back to him.

Kai grins, tipping his chin at his brother. “You should write her a song. Something sappy and romantic and shit, and then sing it to her in front of everyone.”

“Daisy would fucking hate that,” Miles scoffs.

“It would make a statement though,” Kai says.

“Whatever,” Miles says, rolling his eyes. “Can we change the subject?”

“Whatever,” his brother mocks back. “You’re the one who brought her up.”

When I get home, it’s late, and I’m a little buzzed on the beers we had. I glance in Sloane’s bedroom, but she isn’t there, so I walk down to mine, smiling when I see both her and Mochi curled up and fast asleep. I fucking love that she’s come to my bed. I want her in here all the time.

“Come on, dude,” I whisper, picking Mochi up and walking him over to the bed he now has in the corner of my room. He gives me a look that makes me laugh. “You know the rules. You’re in here when we’re in there,” I tell him, and behind me, I hear Sloane giggle.

“Are you trying to reason with him?”

Grinning, I turn, pulling my T-shirt off before shoving my shorts and briefs down my legs. I walk over to the bed, naked, loving the way Sloane watches me as I throw back the covers and crawl over her, pushing her tank up to press a kiss to her stomach before I rest my head on her chest.

“You talk to him all the time, babe.”

Sloane’s fingers start to move through my hair, and I smile, closing my eyes at her touch. “Maybe.”

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