Page 9 of Fight or Flight
“Fuck if I know.” Killian presses a soft kiss against Felix’s temple.
“I’m so glad we wasted our Friday night at a meeting that could have been a text,” Xave says as his phone chimes with a notification. “Speaking of texts,” he says as his phone chimes again.
“It’s barely ten,” Felix points out. “There’s still lots of the night left.”
“Maybe so.” Xave pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks the screen, a sly grin tilting the corners of his mouth as he reads whatever’s on it. “But that’s still two hours of my life that could have been used to have some fun.”
“I know that look,” my brother says as Xave finishes reading the text and types out a quick reply.
“Someone’s getting lai-aid,” I singsong at him, stretching the word out to be annoying.
“Maybe.” Xave flips his phone in his hand a few times.
“You’re going to pretend like that wasn’t a booty text?” Felix asks with a knowing look.
“Oh, it totally was.” Xave grins at him. “But it’s also the third one I’ve gotten tonight, so jury’s still out on which offer I’ll be partaking in.”
Xave’s phone chimes again, and he quickly unlocks the screen to read the text. “Okay,nowI’m getting laid.” He types out a reply, then tucks his phone into his pocket. “Remember Hailey?” he asks me.
I shake my head. I don’t make a habit of keeping track of Xave’s many hookups, and the name isn’t familiar.
“You remember her,” he insists. “The blonde with the double D’s? She lives in Belmont House.”
“That really doesn’t narrow it down as much as you think it does.” Felix snickers. “That describes half the girls who live there.”
“True.” Xave shoots him a lazy grin, then fixes his gaze on me again. “Lianna’s best friend.”
“Oh, right. Her.” I nod as the names finally click into place. “And why do I care that you’re planning on plowing Hailey tonight?”
“Because she just said that Lianna is looking for some fun too, and she specifically mentioned that they’d be down forwhatever”—he emphasizes the word in a way that’s the verbal equivalent of making air quotes—“if you wanted to tag along.”
Myles makes a choking sound, and his eyes are as round as saucers when I toss him a look.
“You good, kiddo?” I ask.
He nods quickly and attempts to school his features back into a neutral face. “Yeah, sorry. My brain just went to a really weird place for a second there.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask. “Mine’s always in a weird place. What did you think about?”
“Nothing,” he says, but his flushed cheeks tell a different story.
“Nothing, huh?” I arch one eyebrow at him, making sure to add a teasing lilt to my voice so he knows I’m only fucking with him. “I’m calling bullshit.” I make a “go on” motion with my hand. “Come on, non-bio bro, share with the rest of the class.”
His gaze flicks between me and Xave, then he swallows nervously. “It’s nothing, but just the way Xave said that, it sounded like she was suggesting the three, or maybe four, of you dowhatevertogether.”
Xave laughs. “Honestly, you’re not wrong. I know for a fact they’d be down for a cousin foursome.”
Myles’s jaw drops and his cheeks go even redder.
“Easy, kiddo,” I assure him. “Xave and me are both into some fucked up shit, but we’re not cousin fuckers. We’re close, but notthatkind of close.”
Myles visibly relaxes as his shock melts into embarrassment. “Yeah, of course. I didn’t mean to imply?—”
“It’s all good.” Xave waves dismissively. “What’s the point of having fucked-up thoughts if you can’t share them with the fam?” He ticks his chin at me. “You should hear some of the shit that comes out of that one’s mouth. A little cousin ’cest is nothing compared to what goes on in his head.”
Myles swings his gaze to me, and I give him a big, cheeky grin. “He’s not wrong. Cousin ’cest doesn’t even register on my radar of weird. That should tell you how fucked up my brain is.”
Myles shoots Jax a quick look, and my brother just gives him a little smirk-smile. “Trust me when I say he’s been on his bestbehavior around you so far. Just wait until he drops the mask and starts verbalizing the really fucked up stuff he thinks about.”
