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Seriously, a freaking hickey!
If we weren’t surrounded by people, I’d strangle him.
“Because some asshole thought it would be wise to mark my sister like she’s some kind of property or some shit.”
Thankfully, I wasn’t drinking because I’m pretty sure if I were, I’d spit it all over the table.
If you only knew, buddy. If you only knew.
And apparently, I’m not the only one because Prescott suddenly starts coughing. Hard.
Nixon frowns, and I duck my head and bite into my lower lip so I don’t burst into hysterical laughter.
“Are you okay?”
Prescott murmurs something, still coughing.
I run my fingers through my hair, looking at the man in question. “He looks a little blue.”
Yasmin glances at me. “Kind of like that hickey of yours.”
If possible, Prescott starts coughing even harder.
“All good, Wentworth?” I ask sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him. He glares at me, but it doesn’t look half as funny when he’s struggling to breathe.
Pity.
“F-fine,” he wheezes, trying to suck in a breath.
“You sure?”
His eyes narrow at me. “Just got something stuck in my throat.”
“I know the feeling very well,” I mutter, the sensation of his mouth pressed against mine still fresh in my mind.
Prescott holds my gaze for a few heartbeats longer before his eyes drop down to my neck, and I swear I can feel my skin prickle to attention from his hard glare.
“This isn’t something to joke about!” Nixon protests, breaking us out of our staring contest.
“It’s a hickey, Nix.” I roll my eyes, turning my attention to my brother. “Chill. It’s not like the guy tattooed his name on me.”
My body goes still as Prescott shifts in his seat, his arm brushing against mine.
“I’m not going to chill. Tell me who it was.”
I let out a huff, “No.”
If possible, my brother’s face darkens even further. “No?”
“No,” I repeat. “I don’t need my big brother to go and fight my battles for me. I’m quite capable of doing it myself.”
His gaze drops down to my neck. “I see you’ve been doing very well so far.”
“I was, and I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” Nixon grabs his coffee and takes a sip. “Why you have the need to meddle in my sex life…”
The coffee spurts out of his mouth. “Sex life?”
“Yes, Nixon.Sex life. I’m allowed to have one of those, in case you’ve been wondering.”
