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“Yeah,” Hugh sneered in disgust. “A ten-year habit that stops today.”
“What can I say.” Chuckling softly to himself, Gerard stretched his arms above his head and yawned loudly. “I’m a creature of habit.”
The move caused my duvet to slip downward, giving me a wonderful view of his naked chest.
“You’re a creature alright,” my brother growled, stalking toward him. “A fucking pest corrupting my sister.”
“Oh, pack it in, Hugh!” I interrupted, tearing my eyes off Gerard’s pierced nipples. “He’s not corrupting me.”
“See?” Grinning wickedly, Gerard waggled his brows at the same time as flexing his pecs. “I’m not corrupting her.”
“Don’t you shake your tits at me,” Hugh warned, waving an accusing finger around. “And don’t even think about cooking up anything fishy in here with my sister.”
“I don’t cook fish, Hugh, I bake buns,” Gerard shot back with a wink. “In ovens.”
“You cheeky—”
“Hey—no, no, no, don’t come barge into my room banging your fists on your chest just because your pea brain can’t process the fact that two people can sleep in the same bed and just sleep,” I warned, quickly intercepting my brother when he made a beeline for Gerard. “Nuh-uh, don’t even think about throwing down in here, buddy.”
“Just sleep,” Hugh sneered and then turned his attention back to Gerard. “You know what? The sooner you get back to school, the better, because you’ve been stuck on my sister like a fly to shit—”
“Are you calling your sister shit?”
“Yeah.” I narrowed my eyes. “Did you just call me poo?”
“You know what I mean,” Hugh grumbled. “He hasn’t left this house—or your side, for that matter—all damn summer.”
“So?” I laughed. “He’s been here every day since forever. We’ve always hung out, Hugh. What’s the big deal now?”
“The big deal now is that you’re not a child anymore, Claire. You’re a sixteen-year-old teenage girl and he’s a fuckboy, with a lot of experience and a lot of hidden agendas.”
“I beg your fucking pardon,” Gerard spluttered, clearly taking offense to the statement. “I am no fuckboy.”
“Gibs, you’re the definition of a fuckboy,” Hugh argued back. “People look up the word in the dictionary and find your face!”
“Actually, that word isn’t in the dictionary.” I decided to offer some common sense into the equation.
“Aha!” Gerard taunted, springing out of my bed. “Shows what you know, asshole.”
“Well, at least you have jocks on,” Hugh huffed, mildly appeased by the sight of Gerard’s white Calvin Kleins.
“Yeah.” Gerard snorted. “This time.”
Hugh’s eyes widened to the point where I thought they might pop. “Asshole, you are getting on my last nerve.”
“Come on, Gerard,” I groaned, shaking my head. “Don’t rise him.”
“That’s what I tried to tell your sister last night.”
A vein bulged in my brother’s forehead. “What did you just say?” Hugh whisper-hissed, as his eyes widened in comical horror. “What the fuck did you just say about my sister?”
“Gerard,” I half scolded, half laughed as I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Grinning wolfishly, he winked in response.
“Right. That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. Out,” Hugh ordered, pointing to my bedroom door. “Take your filthy mouth and your even filthier cock back to your own side of the street.”
“You’ve got me all wrong, lad,” Gerard continued to taunt, as he threw on my dressing gown and then somersaulted over the bed to where I was standing. “I’m as pure as the driven snow.”
