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Is that what it’s called? Did I do it right?
I turn it to face him, holding the thing up to my chest. It reaches almost to my knees. “Your favorite band?” I inquire, but he just grins and shakes his head, turning to walk away from me.
“You’re gorgeous, babe.” He says over his shoulder as his glorious ass disappears out of the doorway in nothing but basketball shorts.
Lord have mercy on my soul.
I stuff my arms and head through the shirt as I kick my ass in gear and follow Rex out into the rest of the apartment.
It’s expansive. The short hall ends and opens to a wide floor plan, dark colors meeting dark marble where the living space bleeds into the kitchen. Only the breakfast bar separates the two. Another hall leads further around the U shape apartment that’s a little too nice to be considered an apartment, but I don’t venture past the living room. No, instead, I’m struck paralyzed by the sight of what has to be Rex’s twin passed out on the leather sofa.
“Um … Rex?” I don’t take my eyes off of him, little snores escaping his wide open mouth, his bandana that’s meant to be a headband askew on his forehead, and a sock missing from his mammoth foot.
How long has he been here?! Oh, my god!
Fuck, he looks just like Rex.
Why does he have to be hot, too?!
“Yeah, babe?” I meet his eyes across the space. Seems he’s made it all the way to the kitchen without batting an eye.
“Umm?” I gesture to the sleeping man on the couch only a short distance from where we were just having sex and the embarrassment seeps in, my face burning red hot.
“Is there a turd nugget on my couch?” Rex asks, completely unbothered by the possibility of his brother having heard as he moves about the kitchen collecting various things. “His name’s Mac. He won’t bite you. You’re not his type.” I roll my eyes at his response and move forward into the room.
The damage is done at this point. He either heard or he didn’t.
The thought doesn’t stop the flames I feel licking at my face as I pass the couch, more conscious of the shortness of my not dress Rex has me wearing.
“Why is he on your couch?” I shouldn’t judge him, but my words come out that way. I’m not really, but I can’t help but be flustered and defensive. Rex pauses, one hand halfway to his mouth with a bite of something, a whisk in the other as I come up to the opposite side of the bar.
“You got an issue with my brother, Aria?” He points the whisk at me with a squint of his eyes. There’s a hint of humor in his gaze, but I can tell that his twin is a sore subject.
“Uh, nooo.”Shit, fuck.“I didn’t mean …” I stutter, getting irritated with myself, but pull it back together with a deep breath.
“That’s cute.” My brow furrows, as the voice that spoke neither came from me nor from Rex. I feel my eyes widen as I spin slowly and come face to face with a chest clad mostly in the same shirt I’m currently wearing. Except the sleeves have been ripped completely out to where the sides are just open.
“Um …” From his chest to his thick throat, a jawline just like Rex’s, and a set of eyes only a shade lighter than his brothers, my sight lands on the headband wrapped around a head full ofsandy curls that’s trimmed close on the sides and long on top. “Shit.”
“She stutters when she’s nervous,” Mac says with a grin and leans around me into the bar to speak to his brother. “What are you making, fartbreath?”
Breathe …
Except all I do is inhale is musk and man with a hint of … something metallic. Almost like metal. I spin just in time to catch Rex’s whisk wielding to turn on his brother.
“You watch yourself, turdmuffin.” Mac lounges his forearms against the marble, and gets closer to his brother.
What the fuck kinda name is that? Jesus Christ, what is happening?
“I can’t physically watch myself, barf burrito.” Rex rolls his eyes but shoots daggers at his brother.
“Why are you here?” He echoes my question and I feel a little less stupid, but barely. I watch the interaction of these two, Rex attempting intimidation and Mac completely nonchalant.
“Why not?” Mac challenges, picking an apple from the fruit basket next to him and shining the fruit on his abs. He takes a large bite, the crisp breaking the silence and dribbling down his chin.
“Because you watched me bring a girl in here last night, dufus. That’s not an invitation to stay on my couch.” Rex snaps but turns his attention back to the bowl and cutting board in front of him.
Wait … Last night? Oh, God …
