Page 23 of The Substitute
There is no way Ambrose cares that much. He just wants to fix me. He’ll get bored soon enough.
Savage: He absolutely is. If you want to really see him lose it, you’ll go on a date with me.
Tobi: A date?
Savage: Yes, a date. You’re familiar with the concept?
Obviously, I know what a damn date is, but I’ve never been on one…
Tobi: Obviously
Savage: Then why the confusion?
Tobi: Because I’m me and you’re you?
Savage: And?
Tobi: Are you just trying to piss your brother off?
Savage: I don’t have to try to piss him off. I wouldn’t spend time with you if I didn’t want to. Pissing him off is a bonus.
I roll my eyes, but a smile tugs on my lips. Okay, fine, it’s nice to be flirted with, I can admit that to myself. Especially when the guy is huge and hot and can probably toss me around like a rag doll. A shudder springs up my spine, and I bite my lip.
The door to the common room opens, and then Ambrose is striding into our room, already pulling clothes off and tossingthem. Once he’s down to just his shorts he looks at me for long enough that I’m uncomfortable.
“Did you lose something over here? Am I wearing your shirt?” I sass him, needing something to break the tension.
“You would look better in one of mine…”
“What? Why would you think that?” I look down at myself.
“Actually, that’s a great way to start over.” He strides to his dresser and opens a drawer to dig around.
What the hell?
Savage: He came home didn’t he? Don’t worry, it doesn’t detour me.
Tobi: Yes, your brother is confusing me.
Savage: Look at you using your words like a smart boy.
Savage: Confusing you how?
Tobi: Something about a hoodie.
Savage: I’m going to kill him.
Tobi: someone needs to fill me in.
Savage: He shouldn’t be touching you.
Tobi: He hasn’t touched me…
Savage: Yet.
That should not make my stomach flutter with heat.
Nope.
