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“Shut up,” Alex hisses, glaring at his brother over my head. The look on Alex’s face is mortification combined with annoyance.
Hm, this is interesting.
“You shut up.” Ben sticks his tongue out, and I hide my smile. “I’m not the one trying to hide my erection.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Alex snaps, grabbing a pillow from the sofa to cover himself with. “Don’t be looking at my dick.”
“There’s no need to look at yours since mine is identical,” Ben says, with a smirk. “All I need to do is look in the mirror.”
“Oh, do that a lot do you? Touch yourself and think of me? There’s a word for that, baby brother—sick.” Alex’s words are a vicious snarl.
Ben laughs, not even flinching at the venom. “Oh, trust me, if I was imagining?—”
“Boys.” I drag out the ‘o’ sound, looking between them both as I put a little bit of my frustration into my words. You know, the fake frustration that needs to hide my humour at this “Are we actually fighting, here, or...?”
These moments either end in one of two ways: they both turn on me and tease me instead of fighting with each other, or they start actually fighting. The bond between them is so strong, but that doesn’t mean they don’t bicker and fight.
Bickering, I can handle.
Fighting, I most definitely can not.
“We’re not fighting,” Alex says, dropping a kiss to the top of my head before coming to sit down on the sofa. “Ben’s just being a dick.”
Ben hands my smoothie over, and I take a long sip and mumble a thank you. He chooses not to fight with Alex, which I am very grateful about.
Phoebe has been feeding for the last forty-five minutes, and it’s extremely draining. I’m not sure if she’s able to feel how I am, and reacting to my unease or if it’s just a coincidence, but I’m hoping she’ll be done soon.
“The pizzas are in, and I’ve got the chips in the air fryer,” Topher says, coming into the room. He looks around the three of us and sighs. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” He doesn’t seem reassured by my words and narrows his eyes. “Really. We’re fine.”
I place my smoothie on the table after taking another sip, and Topher comes to sit down on the arm of the chair. He looks back and forth between his two brothers before bursting out laughing.
The joke has gone over my head. As per usual.
Alex’s phone rings, and he groans after checking the caller ID. “I’ve got to take this. Give me five, and I’m all yours.”
“Mine,” Ben taunts, sticking his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes, not bothering to engage.
The door opens as Alex heads through to the kitchen, and I grin at Seb. His chest is clear from any wounds, the dried blood still coating his skin, but he’s practically glowing. His jeans are muddy, with a little tear on the left thigh, likely from a twig or something.
My very being settles now that he’s home and we’re all together again. He’s not hurt, he’s safe... I feel good.
He gives me a small smile, but my eyes aren’t on his face as he advances forward.
I’m unashamed as I rake over his half-naked body. Don’t get me wrong, I was hysterical and panicked when he was hurt, but seeing him like this now… it’s very, very attractive.
“You need to shower,” I mutter when Seb comes to a stop by my side. He narrows his eyes, and I shrug. “You’re covered in blood, and you’re not holding Phoebe until you’re clean.”
He grunts, giving me a pleading look as he watches Phoebe feed.
“I thought you preferred us dirty, darling,” Ben says, waggling his brows.
“She definitely prefers me dirty.” Topher smirks at his brother.
I groan. “Stop ganging up on me, and stop fighting.”
“You’re so fun to tease.”
