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Laughing under his breath, he pressed his lips to my temple while his palm brushed over the small of my bare back. “Breakfast it is.”
“Ooh, breakfast,” Win said.
“You’re already eating,” I pointed out.
“Cereal is just a snack.”
I shrugged. He was right.
Win’s eyes shifted, a more serious note coming into his expression. “You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I countered.
“‘Cause I told our dear brother to wrap it, but the unopened condom is lying over there.” He pointed with the spoon. He widened his eyes dramatically to say, “Unless you’re stilla virgin.”
First of all, there weresomany things wrong with that entire sentence. Second of all,Oh my God, embarrassing.
“You better run,” Max growled, lunging for the end of the bed.
The spoon clattered inside Win’s empty bowl, but the sound couldn’t overshadow their arguing or even my embarrassment. And my thoughts couldn’t overshadow the flash of bare ass.
“You’re really okay with us?”
Silence cloaked the room. My question hit pause on everything. For years, I told myself Win would never understand, that he would think I was sick. That this could ruin his relationship with Max.
Aside from it being embarrassing as hell that he was eating cereal and asking about my virginity, it was also surreal… He acted like he didn’t care.
Max fell back onto the bed, pulling me to sit in between his legs. His body blanketed my back, arms looping around me underneath the blankets he made sure hid everything below my waist. He felt good. Natural. So natural that I leaned into him immediately, not even thinking about what Win might think.
“You love him, right?” Win asked point blank.
I felt the muscles in Max’s stomach stiffen at my back, but I kept focused on Win. “Yes,” I answered, completely confident. “I love him. I always have.”
Win nodded once. “Then, yeah. I’m okay with it.”
“I mean I love him as more than a brother.” I pressed, making sure he understood.
He made a rude sound. “You have a big hickey on your neck. I get it.”
I fingered the tender spot where Max marked me. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was glad it was there, a visual reminder that Max chose me.
Feeling my brother’s gaze, I lowered my hand and blurted, “But why?”
“Why not?” Win countered.
I was struck silent for a second, not expecting him to respond with a question. “Because we’re brothers.”
“Not by blood. By heart. And along the way, your heart decided he was more. Right?”
He made it sound so simple. So easy.
“Ah, yeah.”
“Good,” Win said like it was done.
“Why didn’t you ask him if he loves me?” I said, stubborn, not quite ready to just accept he didn’t care. I mean, geez, I’d worried about this for years.
Win snorted. “Because I already know he’s in love with you. Everything he does is for you.”
