Page 104 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends
Gavin in his dark suit, no tie, looking too polished for the apartment building hallway. Jack in jeans and a blazer, the least formal I’ve seen since the cabin and somehow ten times more intense. And Harrison—arms crossed, curls wild, eyes fixed on me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he looks away.
My breath catches. My knees forget how to be knees. “Hi,” I say, barely above a whisper.
Jack steps forward first. “We need to see you.”
I look at Gavin. His jaw’s tight, but his eyes—God, his eyes. They’ve always been fire. Today they’re glowing with something else entirely. Harrison doesn’t say anything. He just holds my gaze.
And I forget how to breathe.
I don’t move at first. I just stare at them like my brain can’t catch up with the moment. Maybe it can’t. Maybe this is just another dream—like the ones I’ve been having all week, the ones where they come back, where everything is okay, where I don’t wake up with tears already drying on my cheeks.
But then Jack shifts his weight, Gavin’s brow furrows, and Harrison lets out the breath he’s clearly been holding. They’re real.
They’re here.
And they’re waiting for me to let them in.
I step aside, and they file in silently. None of them say much at first. The air changes the moment the door shuts behind them. It’s not threatening. It’s not loud. It’s just…charged. Like the whole apartment’s been holding its breath as long as I have.
Jack is the first to speak. He steps close, not touching me, but close enough that I feel the heat of him. “You ran,” he says, voice low. There’s no accusation in it—just the kind of raw honesty he always hides under sarcasm.
My eyes sting. “I had to. I ruined everything.”
“You made everything better.” His voice cracks just a little. “You madeusbetter.”
Gavin steps forward next. His suit jacket shifts with the motion, but he doesn’t fidget. He just stands tall, composed, and then says something I never expected him to say—not this plainly. “I love you,” he says. “I’ve tried not to. Tried to focus on the company. The fallout. The risks. But you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up. The only thing that cuts through the noise.”
I blink. My chest aches. I feel every heartbeat in my throat.
He’s not finished. “You didn’t ruin anything. You made me remember what I’m fighting for. You made me remember who I am.”
Harrison doesn’t speak right away. Just closes the distance between us and takes my hand in his—big and calloused and warm. “I don’t want to lose you,” he says. “Not after everything I gave up to get here. I was ready to walk away from all of it, Parker. For you. But I don’t want to. Not anymore. I want both.”
All three of them. Standing there like it’s the most normal thing in the world. My eyes fill, and I try to speak, but the words feel stuck behind my ribs.
I take a breath. Then another. “I love you,” I whisper. I say it to all of them. “I love you so much it terrifies me.”
Jack exhales like he’s been underwater. Gavin closes his eyes. Then Harrison tilts his head. “So…how exactly are we telling Phil?”
The question hangs there a moment, absurd and real and hilarious. And I can’t help it—I laugh. A full, shocked, teary laugh. “Fuck Phil.”
Harrison laughs as he kisses me. Jack’s laughter breaks into the kiss, rough and delighted. Gavin grins. And for the first time in weeks, I feel like everything might actually, finally be okay.
The kiss doesn’t end where it starts.
Harrison’s mouth on mine is soft at first—warm, steady, his palm against my jaw like he’s trying to memorize my skin. Jack’s laughter fades behind us, but it lingers in the room like sunlight, grounding everything in something real. Gavin hasn’t touchedme yet, but I feel him, the weight of his stare, the restraint in his breathing. He’s always been the one to hold back. The last one to move, the first one to blame himself when he does.
Harrison kisses me like he never wants to stop.
And then Gavin does touch me. Just a brush of his knuckles down my arm, so light it makes me shiver. I turn to look at him, and whatever’s on my face must break something open in him, because in the next second, he’s kissing me too—no hesitation this time. Just fire. Hunger. A quiet sort of desperation.
Jack steps in behind me, one hand sliding around my waist, his chest at my back, mouth brushing my ear. “You have no idea how many times I almost broke down your door.”
“You could’ve,” I whisper.
He chuckles, voice low and hoarse. “Would’ve scared the neighbors.”
I laugh, but it’s shaky, because Gavin is still kissing me and Harrison’s fingers are tracing my wrist and Jack’s hand is inching lower like he can’t wait anymore.
