Page 137 of Perfect Storm
“And then,” Aidan continued, still with that thread of guilt in his voice, “I was weird to you, after.”
“Bro, it was a weird situation,” Levi reassured him. “I wasn’t . . .” Okay, he kind ofhadbeen, but that wasn’t Aidan’s fault. “I was jealous, sure, yeah, because I was crazy about you, and I thought you were crazy abouthim.”
“Not anymore.” Aidan hesitated. “You believe that, right? I don’t want—I don’t want you to be worrying about him all the time—”
“Stop it,” Levi interrupted, before Aidan could spiral into more overthinking.
“But—”
“I’mserious,” Levi retorted. “We’re good. I believe you. This . . .” He stroked Aidan’s back pointedly this time, so he knew exactly what Levi was talking about. “It’s so damn good, I wouldn’t doubt it. Couldn’t.”
“Okay.” Aidan let out a breath. “Okay.”
“Yeah, fucking breathe, bro.”
The smile was back on Aidan’s face, which Levi was having trouble not being smug about again. “What happened to not calling me bro in bed?”
“What happened is that I figured out how hot it makes you.”
Aidan rolled his eyes. “It does not.”
“Yeah, it fucking does,” Levi gloated. How was he supposed tonot? When Aidan wanted—loved—him, and looked like that about it?
“We’re also going to have to tell them,” Aidan said changing the subject but not bothering to clarify whothemwere. He didn’t have to, because it was obvious who he was referring to. Their collective brothers.
Levi froze and Aidan lifted his head. He nearly pulled him right back down, but Aidan was staring at him in that way that meant they should probably talk about this.
“I told Riley,” Aidan added.
“How did that go?”
“Riley told me to get my head out of my ass.” Aidan sounded delighted by this, and wasn’t that a fucking trip? “But he also told me that I had to tell Landry. Not that I didn’t want to.”
“Right,” Levi agreed.
It wasn’t like Levi was particularly worried that his brothers or Lyla would lose their shit. Landry loved Aidan. Logan mostly tolerated him, but he only wanted Levi to be happy, and if Aidan made him happy, that was all he’d care about.
Lyla would make a face and tell him that if Aidan was really who he wanted, then he shouldn’t let him go.
Well, that wasn’t going to be a problem. Levi was holding on tight, and nobody—not Mo, not his brothers, notanyone—was ever going to make him let go.
“I’m notworried,” Aidan said. “Just . . .are they gonna freak out?”
Levi chuckled, amused at how alike they really were, under all their external trappings. “Probably. You wanna do it on Sunday?”
“We should,” Aidan said hesitantly. “Before or after?”
“After. You’re already gonna be a fucking mess before the game,” Levi said.
Aidan squawked and elbowed Levi gently in the side. “I amnot. I’m gonna be chill and prepared and ready to go win a game.Finally.”
“Right. So freaking out underneath all that chill-ness.”
Aidan groaned.
“Iknowyou, bro.”
Aidan settled back on Levi, chin on his chest, blue eyes full of that look that Levi knew was love, now.
