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His eyes meet mine, and he lets out a slow breath. “I know. I’ll talk to him. I want you two to get along because I love you and he’s my best friend. Hunter’s going to have to work through his issues without being a douche to you. He’s like a brother to me, and if he’s being an asshole, then I’ll call him out for it. I know he has trust issues and has never had a long-term relationship, but I also know he has a big heart. I wouldn’t be best friends with a total dickhead.”
I give him a pointed look, and we both laugh. “I just wish I understood what I do to set him off all the time,” I say. “Except maybe take you away from him? Whatever the reason, it’s creating tension between us, and I hate that.”
“I’ll talk to him,” he tells me, then gives me a small smile. I hate putting him in the middle because Brandon is too sweet to talk shit about his friend, but I wish he’d knock some sense into him regarding how he acts around me.
“So how’s the spring concert preparation going so far?” he asks, changing the subject.
I light up, thinking about it. “Great. Disney is going to be a hit, just as you said it would be. The kids were absolutely thrilled by the mention of it.”
“I don’t wanna say I told you so, but…” His hazel eyes meet mine, and he gives me a genuine smile.
I try to talk around a mouthful of pasta. “I wuv you.” I giggle.
“I love you too, baby.” Brandon looks at me as if I’m the most gorgeous woman on the planet. Even though my hair is pulled up into a messy knot, my makeup has worn off, and I’m wearing comfy clothes, he still manages to make me feel beautiful. There’s something special in knowing I’m with the man I’m supposed to be with forever.
After we finish eating dinner, Brandon clears the table, and I put the remaining food in containers for lunch tomorrow. I even make a plate for Hunter and stick it in the fridge, though I know he won’t be a tad grateful or even say thank you. Sadly, I’ve gotten used to it over the past eight months I’ve lived here, so I don’t expect anything less from Hunter. Sometimes what I do is a thankless job.
After I wipe down the table, countertops, and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, Brandon and I settle in the living room and turn on the TV. We’re not even watching whatever reality show is playing because the moment he lays on top of me and our legs intertwine, we’re only interested in each other.
“Keep that up, baby, and I’m hauling your ass to bed right now,” he growls against my lips, arching his hips against mine, and I feel how hard and thick he is for me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I moan loudly so he knows I want exactly that. I want to devour every inch of him.
“Mmm. I like the sound of that,” I admit as the front door swings open.
My legs drop from his waist, and Brandon sits up, pulling me up with him. We look at Hunter with guilt on our faces, though mine is mostly of annoyance. He stares at us like he’s disgusted, which seems to be his normal look anyway, so I pay no attention to him at all. I should be mad, considering I’m all worked up now and he barged in at the worst fucking time possible.
“What’s up, B?” Hunter asks Brandon and gives him one of those manly head nods, completely ignoring my existence. He looks like he just ran a marathon by the amount of sweat that covers his body.
“Just watching TV,” Brandon answers, which makes Hunter scoff. He knows damn well we weren’t. “There are leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry,” Brandon informs him. Hunter acknowledges it with a shrug, then walks away. I pull Brandon back to my mouth, wanting to pick up right where we left off before we were rudely interrupted.
The sound of dishes crashing in the kitchen and the fridge opening and closing echoes throughout the apartment. Hunter comes into the living room and sits on the loveseat with a bowl of cereal. He smells like he ran a marathon too.
“Valentine’s Day is this weekend,” Brandon reminds me. “I have something special planned for us, so clear your schedule.” He leans forward and places a sweet, lingering kiss on my lips, not caring that Hunter is eating as loudly as possible. My heart flutters at the mention of Valentine’s Day, knowing he’ll make it special for us.
“Oh God.” Hunter snorts, ruining our moment once again.
I let out a sigh. Sometimes I just want to slap him. No, most of the time.
