Page 47 of For Your Heart
“If I wanted to see you two making out, you’d humor me?” he teases.
I fucking love that he’s teasing us. The giddy feeling inside me far outweighs the need to push this subject aside. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but talking about it outside of our own minds feels a little… exposed. But fuck, if it keeps Simon talking and smiling and giving us a hard time, then fuck. We’d talk about whatever he wants.
“Sure,” I say. “But we’re going back to your rules. If we kiss, we get to kiss you in the same manner.”
Simon laughs and my heart melts. He scoots forward on my lap and grins when he feels my dick slightly hard against my thigh. He’s never mentioned it before. I’m not stupid enough to think he doesn’t notice. I’m not huge, but I’m definitely more endowed than what’s considered average.
“Seems you like this conversation,” he says, teasing again. I love the way his eyes flash with mirth. I’ll talk about whatever the hell he wants if he keeps smiling like that.
“Or I’m just happy to see you,” I say back, smirking.
He laughs, bowing his head a little. Then he lets out a heavy sigh. After a few seconds pass, he says, “I really don’t care about whatever goes on between you two. You know that, right? I won’t judge or—”
“Simon,” I interrupt. “You’ve seen exactly what goes on between us. We’ve never been away from you long enough to do anything together. And again, we haven’t. It’s not… it’s not like that.”
He might have believed me if not for my hesitation.
I sigh. “Seriously, it’s not. We’re brothers.”
Simon snorts. “No, you’re not. You’re an individual split into two bodies.” He rolls his eyes as if that’s the most obvious thing he could possibly say. “It’s almost weird that you’re not lovers too.”
Okay, now I just don’t know what to say. I’m far too stunned by the turn of this conversation.
“That’s an entirely new level of ‘inappropriate’ to stick onto the stack of ones we already have,” Declan deadpans.
Simon looks up, meeting my brother’s eyes. There’s a strange challenge in them when he looks at him. Though his eyes aren’t on me, I can still see them as if they were. Through Declan’s. He’s not wrong. It’s weird that we’re kind of a single being in two bodies.
“When have we ever cared about what others consider ‘inappropriate’?” Simon asks. I’m right. There is a challenge to his tone.
The air rushes out of me and suddenly the embrace my brother has me in feels like a very different kind of intimate. I swallow, unsure what to do with this. What is Simon even saying? He wants us… together? Why does that even matter right now? All we want is for Simon to come home!
Simon smiles a little. “It’s funny that you’re uncomfortable with this conversation,” he muses.
“It’s a little weird that you’re pushing it,” I answer.
He laughs and climbs from my lap with a yawn. We watch as he moves into the bed and burrows under the covers, his eyes closing. “I’m not,” he says, tiredly. “Not really. I’m actually surprised we haven’t talked about it before.”
“We’re brothers,” I say, hearing how weak that argument sounds from my lips. Not like it’s inaccurate. But, like any of us in this room care about that? No. “There’s a word for that.”
Simon laughs quietly.
Declan and I shift, looking at each other. What just happened here? What are we even talking about? There’s a very heavy silence that stretches for many minutes until we move toward Simon, sandwiching him between our bodies like normal.
He sighs and relaxes into us. There’s so much more that needs to be said—twin things that takefreakyto a very different meaning aside—but I’m so tired. Tired of the hurt and anger and the gaping hole in my chest. So fucking tired of it all.
All I want to do is sleep with our best friend right where he belongs.
We can talk about whatever weird shit Simon wants in the morning and every day after that. No matter what happens, Simon isn’t going anywhere. We’ll do anything to keep him. Anything at all.
Sixteen
SAGE
I’m notsure what happened but the day after Sammy showed up and then Damon and I spilled our secrets to each other on the couch. Damon is very… different. When he left, I thought for sure that something happened between us. Something exciting and deep and… maybe he might feel something for me.
He trusted me with his secrets!
That means something, right? It’s a big deal.
