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Even if it's a bad idea.
I push off the couch and turn to Emma. "You want more coffee?"
She raises a brow. "You planning on starting a novel tonight?"
I laugh, but I don't quite sell it. One day... Maybe... in a million years.
"You know I can go all night, babe." She winks at me. "I'll take some chocolate."
"Your wish is my command."
"Different movie."
"You want to watch it next?"
"Is Brendon moody and annoying?"
"Well... Not to me. Not usually."
Emma rolls her eyes. "I don't know what you see in him."
"He's your brother." When that fails to get a reaction, I press on. "He let me move here. He bought me a room full of furniture."
"I thought we agreed to stop talking about that."
We did. I couldn't take anymore of Emma getting mad on my behalf. "He's hot, Em. Even you can see that."
"I guess it runs in the family."
I laugh. "Humble as always."
I move into the kitchen before she can press the subject further. There's way, way too much I see in Brendon.
His eyes.
His smile—the rare times I get it.
That protective stare.
Those strong shoulders.
The tattoo spreading over his chest.
The other going down his arm.
That look he gives me when I'm sitting on the couch, when he asks if I'm reading somethinggood.
Just... everything.
I let my head fill with thoughts of Brendon as I make another cup of vanilla black and grab chocolate. Enough chocolate for my thoughts to turn to the bliss of the cocoa bean instead of the bliss of Brendon.
God, I have it bad.
There's no getting over him. Not with those drawings of his in my mind. Not with the way his eyes lit up when I mentioned dirty demands.
He wants me too.
How will I ever think about another guy?
