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In the end, it was Roarke who pulled me into his arms, dragging me across the bed closer to him. I tucked my face into his neck, nuzzling him there.
“I’m sorry too,” Roarke said suddenly.
I lifted my head, frowning. “Sorry for what?”
He shook his head , laughing. ”Everything. Being jealous and stupid. Coming over to your house drunk and upset.”
“I didn’t mind that last part,” I pointed out.
“I promise not to interfere in your life anymore,” he said, looking at me intently.
I didn’t say what I wanted to.I want you to interfere in my life, Roarke. Fuck me up. I want you to mess it all up, because I don’t know how to live this life without you.
I couldn’t say it, though, even in my post-orgasmic bliss. I was too afraid.
Instead, I just snuggled against him, closing my eyes tight and hoping that when I woke up again, things would be clearer.
ROARKE
What the hellhad I been doing, letting my brothers talk me into going to see Magda? From what little I remembered, I thought it had been my idea, but they certainly should have stopped me.
I walked into my apartment and when the door closed, Elijah whined.
“Too loud. Shh, Roarke,” he said, and I stared at him.
“Are you still drunk?”
“Maybe,” he said with a slow laugh. “Liam and I don’t get out much, so we drank a little more after you left.”
Liam groaned, having fallen asleep on the floor. “Fuck, my back,” he whined.
“You could have taken the bed, idiot,” I said.
“The room was spinning,” he complained. “This is why I don’t drink like you assholes.”
Elijah snorted. “Sure, we’re the assholes because you can’t hold your liquor. Are you even a Brentwood?”
“Shut up,” Liam grumbled, and I couldn’t help but laugh, plopping down on the couch.
“Should we order something truly disgusting?” I asked.
It was a tradition harkening back to our teenage years. We’d go out and drink and then go to the worst fast-food place in town and order a ridiculous amount of food.
“Absofuckinglutely,” Elijah said easily and Liam sighed.
“I guess I can have my cheat day today after all those alcohol calories.”
“You’re not even fighting anymore. Live a little,” I said, and Liam smirked.
“Have to keep in shape. Jasmine keeps me busy.”
“Oh, don’t rub it in,” I grumbled.
Elijah raised an eyebrow. “So, how did it go? Last night, I mean.”
I looked up from my phone where I was ordering chili cheese fries from a local, terrible restaurant. It was cheap, and that was the important thing. We might all have plenty of money now, but we still had the taste of poor kids from Georgia sometimes.
“I don’t remember,” I admitted, and Liam laughed, doubling over and holding his stomach. Elijah joined and I found even myself smiling.
