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“Isn’t that a thing called OCD?”
“No, it’s not. Don’t throw those terms around if you don’t understand them.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabs the kettle and gives me the side-eye. “Are you done being sarcastic?”
“Are you done nitpicking?”
He shakes his head with clear displeasure.
Usually, I’d grin and even get in his space, but I’m trying to be cold, so I just watch him.
I missed having him here, even if he’s always being an asshole about everything. It was like a fucking prison without him.
Right now, it feels as if he never left.
He pours the hot water in a transparent pot over the herbs, then he puts it on a tray with two cups and brings it over.
Bran sits across from me with the tray on the coffee table between us. The sound of the thunderstorm and pouring rain is the only noise for a while.
“What’s the stupid herbal tea name this time?”
“Lemon and ginger,” he says and then looks at his watch to measure the time.
If it were the past, I would’ve filled the silence and pounced on any opportunity to talk to him, be near him. I would’ve been right beside him by now, either coaxing his head on my thigh or using his as a pillow.
Right now, however, I force myself to remain both still and silent, my fingers digging into the back of the sofa to stop them from doing something stupid and ruining my plan.
Bran stares at his watch for what seems like forever before he finally looks up and releases a long sigh. “Why did you bring me here?”
“To hear your answer to my question earlier. Do you want us to be over?”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Lightning strikes, casting a harsh glow on his handsome face as thunder rumbles in the distance. The silence stretches for a few heavy seconds before he bows his head and shakes it once.
I have to suppress a smile because, fuck me, he’s so damn hot.
Can I just fuck him?
No, Kolya. Control your fucking libido for once and stay on standby.
“Use your words. And look at me.”
He slowly lifts his head, his eyes plunging into mine. Rain beating down on the roof lingers for a few agonizing beats before he speaks in a strained voice. “Do I have to say it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t want to end it.” His voice is so low, I can barely hear him. “Happy now?”
“No.”
“What… Why?”
“I won’t go back to the way things were.”
His lips part and he pulls on his stupid hair as his voice comes out strained, choked, even. “Then why did you ask? Why did you bring me here? Is this…a game?”
“Maybe.”
