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“Damn it, Gia. I told you to stay away from him,” Victor responds, clearly pissed.
“Did I miss something? Where was it written that I had to obey your every command Victor?” I reply, full of snark as we go to the bathroom.
Zane flips the lid down on the toilet and sits. He’s holding my bloody top now and while he’s doing that, I grab a clean cloth and wet it under the sink faucet with some warm water. I squeeze it out.
“You need to put some clothes on, Kitten. Zane doesn’t get to see you naked,” Victor huffs.
I frown as he stands in the hall looking at me. I shake my head. “Oh my God. I have clothes on. What is wrong with you?” I’m pretty sure I’ve asked him that before, but I have no idea what is happening here.
“I don’t want him looking at your tits and your ass!”
I hear Zane laugh and I give him a dirty look. He hides his amusement in a cough and stops. I take the cloth and begin cleaning the blood on his face. “Youhavelost your mind.” I let out an annoyed breath. “It doesn’t look broken, Zane. Just the same, we should probably put some ice on it.”
“If you don’t want me to do worse to him, you will put some clothes on,” Victor barks.
“Victor!” I bring the cloth to the sink and run some more water trying to squeeze it out. Before I can say anything else, Victor takes the cloth from me and spins me around. My eyes go wide when I look at him. His shirt is gone and in his hand is his favorite T-shirt. I know because I bought it for him last year for his birthday. It’s a vintage tee of the band The Black Crowes. The band’s name is written in bright, chunky yellow, making it stand out against the dark fabric. It was kind of a lame gift. Still, he liked it, which made me happy.
He steps into me. I start to move away from him but before I can, he’s putting the shirt over my head and assisting in pushing my arms through the sleeves. Instantly, the scent of Victor’s cologne curls around me and I have to fight to keep from closing my eyes in pleasure. The shirt is whisper soft, and once it drops down, it hits below my thighs.
“If you’re going to clean his ass up, you’re doing it in my shirt.”
“Why on Earth for?”
“Because your tits are enough to make a man cry with the need to suck on them and you are not letting anyone but me see them.”
I blink. I open my mouth to say something, but I have no idea what, so I snap it shut again. Zane is laughing behind us. I can’t force myself to turn around and berate him for it. I think I’m too afraid to take my gaze away from the man in front of me. I feel like I’ve fallen through a hole into the Twilight Zone.
“What happened to you in Greece? Did you bang your head on something?”
“Kitten—”
“Oh God, did you contract some kind of infection that made you lose your mind? I read about some kind of brain worm virus,” I mutter, and without thought I go to Victor and touch his face, frowning. “You don’t have a fever.”
“Brain worm virus? Really, sweetheart?”
“It’s a real thing. I read it on the internet,” I argue.
“Well, it has to be true then. It can’t be on the internet if it’s not true,” Zane laughs.
“Shut it, Zane,” Victor mutters.
“You need to see a doctor.”
“The only thing wrong with me is I don’t want another man seeing your body. If you want to save his life, keep my shirt on.”
“Now you’re just being crazy.”
“Keep my damn shirt on and hurry up and do what you’re going to do to his face so he can leave,” Victor mutters.
“He’s not leaving, I’m making him pancakes.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes,I am.I promised him lemon pancakes for breakfast and he’s getting them.”
“Lemon pancakes? You never make me lemon pancakes,” he mumbles. I can’t believe what he’s saying.Is he pouting?
“You never asked for lemon. You like apples and caramel sauce on your pancakes, Victor.” I’m telling him something that he already knows, but I wasn’t kidding earlier. I’m pretty sure he’s hit his head or something.
