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“Why were you dressed like that?” Mark doesn’t relent.
She tosses the covers back, and for a fleeting second, I’m expecting to see her perfect tits, to find out how rosy or dusky her nipples are. But it’s all red and white fabric. The only things she’s taken off are her boots.
Sean’s phone buzzes again.
Bianca pauses but Sean waves a dismissive hand. She answers Mark’s question with a light tone. “Some of us are in a festive,givingmood.”
“Giving?” I step into the room. Mark follows and Sean stops on the other side of him.
She rolls onto her side and throws her legs over the edge of the bed as she sits.
Sean’s phone buzzes yet again.
“See what your damn girlfriends need,” Mark says.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” Sean pulls his phone from his pocket and swipes messages from the screen. “It’s nobody important.”
Bianca’s phone buzzes.
Relief washes over Sean’s expression. “See. I’m not the only one who gets texts.”
Mark raises an eyebrow at Bianca. She grabs her phone and flusters before poking at the screen several times and setting it aside. If she always pokes it that hard, I might understand why the screen is so cracked.
“Who was that?” Mark asks.
“My ex. It’s no big deal. We’ve all been in other relationships.”
Sean rubs a hand over his face, and Mark asks, “What does he want?”
“The question should be what I want.”
“Okay. What do you want?”
“He dumped me, and I want to get over him. That’s why I was at the auction tonight, other than charity, of course.” Bianca’s response shuts Mark down.
Sean says, “Looks like I’m not the only one ready to move on. Get over your ex how?”
She grabs her shoes and pushes off the bed, walking toward us. The come hither look I swear she’s giving us is replaced by an eye roll.
Sean, usually the gentlest of the three of us, grabs her arm. “How can we help?”
She pulls away and slumps with a heavy exhale. “I can’t believe I have to spell this out to my older brothers.”
Words fall from my mouth before I can stop them. “Were you hoping to get laid?”
Mark, being ever so not helpful in this conversation, says, “No.”
Bianca laughs as Sean and I simultaneously say, “Shut up, Mark.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” He pushes the two of us aside, steps toward Bianca, cups her chin, turns her face upward, and lands his lips on hers.
When he finally pulls away, he says, “Did that help?”
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Bianca
Mark’swordsmeetmyears, which means he can’t be kissing me anymore. The pressure of his lips lingers on mine. I lift a hand in disbelief, covering my lips before I force my eyes open.
