Page 21 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
He’s not lying. There are scars on his body to prove that. When he’s with me, I sometimes forget who he is and what he does for a living. What he and my brother do together.
“All right. But promise you’ll come back quickly.”
He hurriedly puts on his clothes before coming to kiss my cheek.
“I promise. I’ll just check on your brother and be back.”
Chapter 9
(Maverick)
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I already know where he’s going. I head into the bar ten minutes later, and he’s already seated and on his way to getting drunk.
“Adam,” I say, taking the seat beside him.
“Isn’t it too early for you to be drinking?”
He doesn’t even acknowledge my presence, much less answer my question.
I clutch my jaw. “Damn, I was so sure you wouldn’t be working out, but you really pack a punch, man,” I say.
Still no answer. I sigh.
“Talk to me, Adam.”
He finally turns to look at me. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. The sight breaks my heart. What the hell happened?
“You slept with my sister,” he states.
“Because I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with her.”
He holds my gaze for a few seconds. Trying to ascertain the sincerity of my words. He must believe me because he shrugs.
“When did it even start?” he asks curiously.
“I don’t know man. I just got attracted to her and couldn’t stop thinking about her. Next thing I know, we’re sleeping together, and I’m hooked.”
“Damn, maybe the flower really is magic,” Adam says, snickering silently.
“What?”
“Remember the legend of the Aster Tree that’s really popular among the grown-ups?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Anyway, legend has it that every year the tree produces a special pink flower, which is weird since it’s only meant to make purple flowers. Anyway, the flower dies, but a single petal survives, and it ends up settling in the house of the next person to find love. It supposedly releases some magic that makes all the conditions right for an occupant of the house to fall in love. Your mom found the petal at your house a few days ago, and she told my mom, and they have been investigating the petal ever since.
They called in this horticulturist to check it out. He’s the person that takes care of the Aster tree. When I got there this morning, both our mothers were talking about how you and Taylor were destined to fall in love or some shit. I wasn’t really in the mood because I went there looking for you, and you weren’t there, so I headed to my house, and then I saw the both of you.”
“Oh,” is all I can say in reply.
It seems a little ridiculous to attribute my budding feelings on a magic flower, but I’ll admit they came out of nowhere.
“Crazy, isn’t it? You fall in love, and I end up having my heart broken.”
