Page 41 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
I watched as he stumbled into my room and flopped onto the bed hard. I looked down as he buried his face into my pillow, taking a deep breath before relaxing. “Hey, uh, Milo?”
“Mhmm?”
“That’s my bed.”
“Mhmm.”
“Your bed is across the hall.”
“Mhmm.”
“You’re not going to move, are you?”
“Uh-uh.”
“I figured.”
It wasn’t the first time we’d shared a bed, though it had been a couple of years. The memory made me chuckle. “Rememberwhen Reese found us sleeping together and gave you all sorts of shit? Thought you were cheating on him with me?”
There was a long enough silence that I thought he’d passed out. I lay back on the bed, knowing I needed to claim my space if he was out cold. He might sleep through an entire apocalypse while drunk, but he wasrestless. He was also a world-class bed hog and a massive cuddler. That last thing had landed him in hot water with his boyfriend.
To be fair to Reese, he had walked in on Milo in only a pair of shorts, and me in a tank top and shorts, Milo wrapped around me from behind. Anyone would have given some pause. Still, Reese had lived in constant fear and worry that Milo was cheating on him, and had been greedy about how Milo spent his time and with whom...specifically disliking Milo spending time with me. I had been so groggy at being woken up by the yelling that I hadn’t realized what was going on until Reese had stormed out and Milo told me what had happened. Honestly, I wasn’t sorry to see him go, but Milo had been testy for a week after the breakup.
Milo snorted, surprising me. “He was...so convinced you and me were like...a thing.”
I hadn’t known that, but it didn’t surprise me. “I mean, now you bring that up. How many of your boyfriends have thought that?”
“Mmm, most of them,” he said, face still pressed intomypillow. “Reese was justreallyconvinced. He always tried to trick me into admitting we were sleeping together.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm. He’d like...like one time, we were talking about other guys we’d been with before, like dick sizes and stuff like that.”
“Probably not the best idea, I remember how jealous Reese used to get if a reasonably good-looking guy even talked to you.”
“I thought he was like...trying to be better about that stuff, ya know?”
“I do know, but you should know better.”
“Shhh. Anyway, he knew some of the people I’d been with in the past and he hadn’t been with, so he like...asked.”
“How big were they?”
“Yeah, but like...really fast.”
“Basically said the name and you listed how big you remembered them being?”
“Yeah.”
“How did I get caught up in that?”
“Probably ‘cause like...partway through, when he had me saying all that real fast, he suddenly dropped your name.”
I snorted. “He was trying to catch you out like one of those courtroom dramas.”
“Yeah!” he said, pulling his face from the pillow and grinning at me, proud that I understood. “It didn’t work though because like, I didn’t know what the hell you were working with...I mean, back then anyway.NowI do.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel about his giggle at that ‘revelation.’ I suppose it was better than him continuing to be disturbed by it; it was at least more on brand for Milo. “So that didn’t work out too great for him.”
