Page 11 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
“Thanks.”
He takes the parcel from me and, thankfully moves away to drop it on the counter in the kitchen. I’m ready to bolt, but he stops me.
“Don’t run., Tay. It’s perfectly normal to stare at a man working out for so long,” he calls out from the kitchen.
I can practically feel the sarcasm—my cheeks heat.
“I wasn’t staring,” I protest.
“Really?” he asks, walking back into the living room.
Again, he walks closer until he’s too close for comfort. His steamy scent surrounds me.
“Yeah. You just seemed so focused, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” I mutter distractingly because my attention is on his arms and the sheen of sweat sliding down one of them.
I want to lick it.
That thought is all shades wrong and gross. I shake my head before taking a step away from him so that I can think better.
“What are you doing here, Tay?” he asks.
“I told you I came to drop the parcel off for your mom,” I answer.
He raises an eyebrow.
“The last time we talked, I was sure you’d rather die than talk to me again. You coming into my house willingly makes me think you have something to say to me. So come on, Taylor. Spit it out. Give it to me straight. Be honest, you’re good at that.”
He’s right. I am very blunt, and I have a tendency to say stupid things. And I think I did just that the last time we talked. I still remember the look of hurt on his face. It was merely a flash, but I want to know what I did, and I want to fix it. Unlike him, I hate hurting people’s feelings if I can avoid it.
Chapter 5
(Maverick)
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“Taylor,” I prod when she continues to be silent.
I wasn’t expecting to see her in my house today. She was pretty angry the last time I saw her. We pissed each other off, and I didn’t think either of us had anything left to say. On my part, I was ready to kill the attraction I’d been feeling for her. It wouldn’t have led anywhere anyway. And Adam would kill me. I would prefer not to ruin my relationship with my best friend by getting involved with his sister.
She looks up at me. Her blonde hair is falling over her shoulders, making her look stunning, especially with the fierce look in her eyes. She’s wearing a yellow summer dress that comes up to her thighs, and it’s doing wonderful things for her ample cleavage. I really wish I wasn’t noticing all these things.
“Did I say something to offend you?” she suddenly asks
“What?” I ask in surprise.
“It’s just, the last time we talked, you seemed a little upset. You tried to hide it, but I think I said something hurtful, and I just wanted to know what it was.”
I stare at her for a few seconds. How did she even notice that?
“I’m fine, Taylor,” I say.
“No, really. I feel bad. Just tell me what I did?” she asks almost desperately.
“Why do you even care? You hate me, remember? I humiliated you.”
“That and this are two separate matters. Right now, I care that I might have said something hurtful. I know you’re not good at opening up but just tell me, please.”
I walk over to the couch and grab the shirt I had discarded before putting it on. Then I turn back to face her.
