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Let’s say he doesn’t need my services with his recent endeavors.

Killian

It’s the ED situation, isn’t it?

Gareth

Kill, the fuck? He’ll just flood the group chat with dick pics.

Me

Kolya says hi, motherfuckers.

I send one just to fuck with them.

The door opens and I look up to find Bran standing in the entrance. He’s changed into flannel pajama pants and a white T-shirt, looking like a Christmas present.

“I…wanted to make sure you weren’t meditating in the water.”

“I’m not.” I close my eyes and lean my head against the cushion.

No idea why, but I’m mad. It’s not the first time he’s hid himself from me, but I’ve never seen him in that state, either.

The fact that he refuses to let me in even though I’m a damn open book is messing with my fucking head.

I really,reallyhate fucking complicated.

Movement echoes around me and I remain still, vehement about trying to ignore him for once.

The splashing of water forces me to open my eyes just in time to see Bran climbing into the bath, entirely naked.

“What are you doing?”

“You always ask me to join you. Is it different this time?” he asks even as he sits down and stretches his legs out on either side of me.

“Do what you want.” I try to sound unaffected, which is hard when he looks so stunningly beautiful.

At this point, it’s safe to say I’ve learned every ridge of his muscles and where his moles are—upper left shoulder, above his right hip, behind his right knee, on his left knee, and just beneath his jaw.

Not that I’m obsessive or anything.

He nudges my thigh with his foot. “Are you mad at me or something?”

“What gave you that idea?”

“You’re not jumping my bones, for one.” He smiles, but it’s forced. “Are you losing interest?”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Hmm.”

He’s silent for a second. “What’s this about? Is it because I told you to stop fighting?”

“I won’t do that.”

“I can tell.”

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