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“Whatever is going on between the two of you, can youknock it off? My best friend and my sister can’t hate each other. It’s weird.”
“I don’t hate him,” I snap. “I just think he’s turned into an arrogant asshole.”
“And you’ve turned into a delusional baby,” Colson throws back.
“That’s enough!” Reiss growls. “You two are ridiculous. Come on Colson, get up here and leave her alone.”
Sneering at Reiss, he stands up and follows my brother back up front with mom and dad, leaving me here to reel about what just happened and how close Colson’s lips were to mine.
So close that he could have kissed me, he could have easily leaned down and placed his lips against mine.
But he didn’t.
He could’ve said he was sorry.
But he didn’t say that either.
This was Colson and those words were likely something I’d never hear come out of his mouth.
3
Lincoln
“Good morning,” Mom says over the rim of her coffee cup as I pad into the kitchen for breakfast.
“Morning,” I smile. “Do you know where the ibuprofen is?”
Her smile fades, “Should be in the bathroom cabinet. Are you okay?”
“Sure, I’m just a little sore. I hit the dirt a little harder than I thought.” I lie, knowing damn well there’s a giant bruise in the shape of Africa on my side.
“Okay, well if you need to go to the doctor let me know. We can ride into town.”
I lean down, kissing her head before walking into the bathroom. “I’m fine. I promise.”
With every stride to the bathroom the pressure on my leg sends a sharp pain to my hip, but I’m trying my best not to limp until I’m out of Mom’s sight. I open thebathroom door and Colson stands in the middle of the floor with a towel wrapped around his waist. I jump backward, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“I’m a little naked here, baby Bane.” He smirks, not bothering to cover up anymore of his beautiful caramel skin.
“Lock the damn door, Colson.”
“Nah,” he smiles, grabbing his toothbrush off the sink. “I like watching you gawk at me.”
I scoff, “I’m sonotgawking at you. I just need some ibuprofen.”
Pushing him out of the way, I open the cabinet, searching for the medicine. I see it, and of course it’s on the top shelf. It’s out of my reach but I’ll be damned if I ask him to get it.
I feel his body press into the back of mine, as he reaches from behind me over my head to grab what I need. When he pulls the medicine down, he whispers in my ear, so close that I feel his lips against my flesh. “If you want something from me, just ask.”
I feel the teeny-tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as his warm breath glides down my neck before he pulls back. I can think of quite a few things I want from him, but I don’t give him the satisfaction.
“Fine,” I sass. “Colson, will you pretty please get the fuck out of my house?”
He chuckles deeply, grabbing my chin between his thumb and forefinger, “We both know you like it when I stay over. Otherwise, you’d have nothing to stare at.”
I roll my eyes at him and stomp my way back into the kitchen to get some water. He’s not even worth arguingwith. I need to get to work so I can get home this evening and train.
“Find it?” Mom asks, rinsing some dishes in the sink.
