Page 5 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
She raises an eyebrow.
“Why can’t you help him?”
“Because I’m so full,” I cry, rubbing my stomach.
Adam snickers, and I kick him under the table.
“Taylor, help Maverick in the kitchen,” my mom says, using her do-not-defy-me voice.
I sigh because I don’t have a choice. The two of us get to work while everyone else enjoys some cookies and refreshments in the living room.
“I’m just curious here,” Maverick starts while we’re in the kitchen.
“About what?” I say under my breath.
I jump in fright when he bends, so he’s looking directly into my eyes. When did he even get so close?
“Geez, stay three feet away at all times!” I yell, clutching my chest.
He smirks.
“Are you still mad over what happened when we were kids?” he asks incredulously.
I roll my eyes.
“Why would I care about that or anything that's happened to you? The world doesn’t revolve around you, dick-face.”
“You’re definitely still mad,” he says with a smile.
I ignore him as I load the dishwasher.
“Come on, Tay. We were kids.”
I’m quick to rebut that statement.
“No, I was a kid. You were a jerk, and there’s a difference.”
“I said I was sorry,” he says, staring straight into my eyes.
I avert my gaze because it’s a little too intense for me.
“Really? When? I have no recollection of that ever happening.”
“I didn’t?” he asks, and I shake my head. “All right, fine. I am apologetic.”
I glare at him.
“Is that supposed to be your version of I’m sorry?” I ask with a scoff.
He shrugs.
“Why do you even care? You’ve been content to ignore me for a long time, so what’s with the sudden interest?” I ask.
Again another shrug.
“Okay, I’m leaving. You can finish up,” I tell him turning around.
“I just want us to be friends,” he says from behind me.
