Page 83 of Crash
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was, but I wasn’t. Being apart from her was harder than I ever thought it would be.
“What?” he went on when I didn’t reply. “Some bird got your balls?”
I fixed my gaze on him and glared.
“Shit, I’m right, aren’t I?”
Despite the dumb he exuded on a daily basis, looking at Dean was like looking in a mirror, and right now, the reflection was one of shock.
“Get stuffed,” I retorted.
“Who is she?”
Running my gloved hand over my face, I shook my head. “Violet Fuller.”
“Violet Fuller?” he asked, gaping at me.
“Shut up.” I pulled at my gloves.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
I shrugged. I’d never kept anything from Dean before, but this thing with Vee seemed almost sacred. I didn’t want to share it with anyone, including the guy who was half of me.
“Linc.” He sounded pissed, and he was probably justified. I could’ve at least told him I was seeing her.
“Sorry,” I exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air. “Things got…” I shrugged again.
“Does Ash know?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck, Ash Fuller knew, but you couldn’t tell your own fuckin’ twin brother?”
Turning, I shoved him hard. “I said I was sorry.”
He stumbled back a step but didn’t come back for more. He just scowled at me for a moment before he turned away.
“Dean.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he snapped.
“I missed you, bro,” I said. “It was way too long.”
“Yeah, well, I missed your ugly face too.”
“You know we’re identical, right?” I asked. “You just called yourself ugly.”
Cracking a smile, he turned and shoved me again. “Asshole.”
I sighed again, not feeling into any of the training we’d been doing since I got back. Dean was watching me like I’d grown a second head, and I shook it off.
“So, this thing with Violet, is it serious?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath, I thought about her and me and the things she made me feel. I hadn’t felt like that with anyone else. She gave a crap about what I thought and not just because I was a fighter or I had money or a contract to fulfill. She really cared.
“Fuck, she’s got you by the balls.”
“Shit, Dean.” I cursed.
