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Is this revenge for arriving in the room in my underwear?
I shift uncomfortably beneath the covers of the bed, still dressed in the ratty old T-shirt from my ex. There’s no way in hell I’m giving Brooks the satisfaction of wearing his clothes.
Even if a part of me desperately wants to inhale his sandalwood scent. And another part wants to know if he still tastes like hazelnuts…
Bad, Lily! Bad!
“I know you’re not asleep,” Brooks calls in a singsong voice as he steps closer to the bed. He drops the towel that has been haphazardly slung around his shoulders onto the floor.
“I wasn’t pretending to be, ass hat.” I’m grateful when my voice doesn’t shake and betray my…conflicting emotions.
You know, that fine, precarious line balancing hatred and arousal.
Ugh.
Stupid Bellua brothers.
The bed dips as Brooks sits on his side of it, and I instinctively roll into the center. Frowning, I push myself up onto my elbows and turn my head, unsurprised to see Brooks’s fathomless eyes on me, a scowl marring his ridiculously handsome face.
“You’re still wearing that asshole’s shirt,” he growls, his voice rife with anger.
“Wowww.” I sit up completely and give him a slow, dramatic clap. “Good detective work, Sherlock.”
“Take it off.”
“Fuck no.”
“Lily, I’m not kidding.”
“Neither am I.” I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him.
He matches my glare with an incandescent one of his own. The air seems to thicken with the force of our shared animosity.
“Lily…” The growl he makes then has a chill skating down my spine.
The fine hairs on both of my arms turn to spikes.
“I’m not the same blushing virgin you left behind, Brooks.” I sneer at him. “And I’ve got a crossbow behind the bed that says you’d better back off.”
He agitatedly forks his fingers through his hair, causing the strands to stick out in every direction.
“I know that,” he huffs out.
“And you don’t have any say over what I wear. Or what Idon’twear,” I continue.
He appears even more irritated, his eyes darkening and his brows scrunching together. “I know that too.”
“I mean, first Jackson steals my clothes, and now you’re trying to get me out of my shirt.” I throw my hands up into the air in exasperation. “I can’t win. Do you guys just like seeing me naked? Is that it? I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here.”
Brooks opens his mouth to retort but instantly closes it. Confusion paves its way across his face.
“Wait…it wasJacksonwho stole your clothes?”
“Duh.” I roll my eyes. “We went over this already.”
“And why in the world would he do that?” He continues to stare at me in disbelief.
“Ask him! I was just chilling in the hot tub with Levi—”
