Page 68 of Taeja

“I want to hug him.” Taeja hugged Damon tightly.

A sigh escaped his lips as she laid her head on his chest while he returned the hug. He always loved the feeling of her smaller body against his, molding against him so perfectly, like she wanted to remain in his hold forever.

Taeja reached an arm out for Zain. “Come hug us.”

“No,” Zain stated.

Wanting to ease some of the tension so Taeja could hop off their case, Damon said, “Look at him, pretending he doesn’t love my hugs.”

Zain’s eyes widened.

Taeja giggled at Zain’s expression before resting her chin on Damon’s chest. Her eyes shone at him. “What are you talking about?”

Damon smirked. “When we were kids, Zain used to—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Zain snarled before standing behind Taeja and hugging her. “There. You happy now?”

Taeja nodded against Damon’s chest. “Yes!”

Zain waited two more seconds before pulling away, taking a few steps away from them. Zain glared at Damon, who chuckled as he held Taeja tighter. He scoffed and looked away, a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

“See? Unu cya stay vex with each other!” Taeja chirped while breaking the hug to beam at them.

“We can try,” Damon said and kissed her temple. “I have to get back to work.”

“I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash so you can kiss me.”

Amused, he placed his lips on hers, giving her a peck before pulling away.

“I’m sleeping with Zain tonight, but please don’t stay out late again.”

Damon looked at Zain, who nodded. Looking at Taeja, Damon said, “Okay. And me and that idiot—”

“Says the person who always needed extra tutoring,” Zain interrupted.

Damon almost whipped his neck out of place to glare at Zain. “We agreedneverto speak about that again!”

Zain smirked. “You shouldn’t have brought up why you used to hug me.”

“Get out of my house, Zain,” Damon hissed, and Taeja sighed.

“You guys were doing so great. See how I’m not forcing you to work through your issues? Please don’t argue around me,” she said.

The brothers huffed, not bothering to answer her.

Taeja glared at Damon. “Promise me, Damon.”

This woman knew it was hard to deny her. He was putty in her hands, a slave to her doe eyes and sweet voice. “I promise.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him and taking him by surprise. When she pulled away, Damon was tempted to tug her back to him. Something about Taeja’s hugs always made him yearn for more.

But as she made her way toward Zain, he remembered she was not only his. He needed to share her.

Taeja held out a pinky to Zain.

Zain glanced at it with an unreadable expression. “Seriously?” he asked, and Taeja’s face blanked. “You’re a headache,” Zain mumbled before looping his pinky with Taeja’s.

They stared each other in the eyes. Seconds felt like an eternity before they broke apart. Damon turned away, grabbing his briefcase off the sofa.

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