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Blake glances over, laughing at my displeasure. "Ungrateful much?"
"I'm not suicidal but I'm tempted to drink it, just so you can explain how you ended up with my corpse," I threaten.
He gives me a grin, and I'm reminded of Zayn. My stomach clenches unpleasantly. The last thing I need is to suddenly find myself attracted to another brother. It doesn't help that I am, in fact, attracted to Zayn… and Blake is his identical twin.
Shame his personality is a dud.
"So what is there to do in this miniscule town?" he asks.
I give up on the coffee, walking to the bathroom to pour it in the sink. I glance over at him as I walk back into the room. "It's a nice town, don't insult it. I'm sure you'll find something to do. In the meantime, I'm going home for a shower. My roommates are probably wondering where I am."
"Great. I'll come with you."
I pause, giving him a dirty look. "I don't think so."
Blake sits up, raising an eyebrow at me. "I'm not leaving you alone until I know it's safe. Because if you suddenly vanish, I will have to deal with not one, but two sulking brothers. And I really don't have the mentality for that."
"Yeah, you don't strike me as an empathetic person," I quip back. "But you can't just stay at my house. If you insist on staying in town, you can stay here. But I am not sleeping in that damn chair."
"Why are you so difficult? You should be thankful I'm here," he responds.
I lift my leg onto the bed, kicking his foot. "It still doesn't make any sense to me. But if you're waiting for praise, get settled in because I'm not exactly thrilled that you insist on hanging around me 24/7."
Blake smirks. "But if it was Ash or Zayn you'd be happy?"
"Asher can get fucked. And as for Zayn, I tolerate him. Just like I tolerate you. I don't want a relationship of any kind, with any of you. I'm an only child, and that's the truth."
He swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands up. "You really are extremely difficult to deal with. All you have to say is thank you."
"I'll say thank you when I'm back at home, alone… preferably taking a nap."
Blake starts pushing down his boxers and I immediately flip out, spinning around to face the wall. "What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed so I can drive you back to your car. Relax, it's nothing you haven't seen before."
I stretch my arm backwards, flipping him off. He laughs, and I wait, listening to the sounds of him getting dressed. I sneak a peak over my shoulder when I think he's done, eyes widening when I find him in black jeans, shirtless.
I quickly look away, flustered. Like his brothers, Blake has an amazing sculpted body. He's almost like a mixture of his brothers – similar frame and muscles to Zayn, but covered in tattoos on his arms like Asher.
Thankfully, his shit attitude and personality fight back any perve thoughts I might add. Sure, he's hot. But he's an asshole and it helps hinder any pleasant, friendly feelings I might have towards him.
"Right. You ready?" he asks.
I glance back slowly, relieved to find him fully dressed. I turn around, nodding as I slip on my shoes.
The next few days are going to be hell.
I did it. I stood my ground, and told him he wasn't welcome in my house.
But did the asshole listen?
No.
"So… you're Rylee's brother?" Jeremy asks, looking at Blake across the table wearily.
"Stepbrother," I correct, crossing my arms.
Here we are, the five of us in the tiny kitchen, sitting at the table awkwardly.
