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“What the fuck?!” a male voice echoed through the loft. “What in the ever-loving fuck, Alex?!”
Aaron and I shot away from each other, staring at Brad as he finished ascending the stairs, his mouth hanging open so wide his jaw may as well have been dragging on the ground.
Oh, fuck…
“You told me he’s your stepbrother!” Brad shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Aaron.
“You told me you broke up!” Aaron threw out, staring at me with a bewildered expression. It didn’t last long before anger crept in, darkening the look in his eyes and making the muscle in his jaw tick.
I held a hand out to both of them like a lion tamer about to be torn apart, answering in the order of importance. “We did break up,” I said to Aaron before glaring at Brad, “so what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you,” Brad snapped back. “I didn’t like how we left things yesterday.”
“You mean when you broke up with me?” I reiterated, more for Aaron’s benefit than mine. The widening gap between us hadn’t escaped my notice. The second I turned my attention to Brad, Aaron drifted even farther away from me, toward the bed—and his stuff. There was no way in Hell I was going to let him run out of my life again. Not after this.
“I don’t know what you’re so fucking mad about,” Brad continued, “since you found some pretty boy to keep you company despite the fact you’re always bitching about how busy you are on Valentine’s Day.” He shot daggers in Aaron’s direction before turning his wrath back on me. “Kudos on the lie, though. Very convincing performance yesterday. Both of you.”
Surprisingly, that brought Aaron back to the fight. He took a step toward Brad, hands balled at his sides and molars grinding.
I darted forward too, blocking him before he could get any closer to Brad and do something stupid. “I’ll take my key back now.”
Brad shook his head in disgust, working the bit of brass off his keyring before slapping it in my open palm. “I thought you were one of the good ones. That big old speech about how you don’t ‘do’ drama? Really had me second-guessing myself this morning.”
“I don’t do drama. We had enough of it growing up. I sure as shit don’t want any as an adult.”
“Still trying to convince me that you’re stepbrothers?” Brad snorted. “Give it up already.”
“We are, you dumb fuck,” Aaron snarled. “Not that it’s any of your goddamn business.”
Brad hesitated, like he wasn’t sure if he should believe us or not.
Before he could visibly make up his mind, Aaron seized the front of my t-shirt and kissed me until I was breathless and weak-kneed. When he was done, he pulled away with a wicked smile and plucked Brad’s former key out of my hand. “See yourself out, douche, or he can have you arrested for trespassing.”
“You’re fucking sick,” Brad said, glaring down his perfectly straight nose at us before stomping down the stairs again. “Both of you.”
As soon as the door downstairs slammed, Aaron turned to me with a wrinkled nose. “What the fuck did you see in him?”
“Look around,” I said with a sigh, gesturing vaguely. “Middleton’s not exactly swarming with options.”
“Well, that’s not your problem anymore.” He twirled the key in his fingers before pocketing it.
“What happened to taking things one day at a time?”
“Fuck it.”
“Fuck it?”
“Fuck it,” he repeated with a smile.
“I like it,” I grinned, kissing him softly. “But, next year—” The scowl on his face stopped me in my tracks.
“If you ask me to be your fucking Valentine, I’m going to punch you in the face.”
I laughed and pulled him in for a hug. “No, dick, I think we should book a vacation the day after. It’s stupid for either one of us to miss our biggest revenue days, but that doesn’t mean we can’t relax afterward.”
He considered it before shrugging. “Yeah. Ok.”
“Fuck it?” I teased.
