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Okay, that’s enough. “Hey, kid.” I pull Bran up and wrap my arm around his waist. “He’s my prince. Back off.” “Nikolai!” He elbows me. “You’ll scare her. Stop it.” “Shoo.” I wave her away. “Nikolai!” “Hmph.” She hikes a hand on her hip. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry him.” “Dream on.”
“You’re going to punch me for daring to hurt your identical twin?” I try to joke to break the tension. That only manages to make a vein throb in his neck, nearly popping from the skin. “I’d kill for you, I’d shoot myself if that makes you breathe better without me shadowing you, but I’d never…ever hurt you, Bran.”
“I love you, little bro,” he whispers. “I need you to know that. I need you to know you’re the first person I loved unconditionally and always will. I might annoy you, might act like a dick to get your attention, but that’s only because the thought of losing you scares the living fuck out of me.” “Love you, too, Lan.” I exhale against his neck, my chest nearly bursting with emotions. We remain like that for what seems like forever before he reluctantly pulls back. “You tell anyone what I said just now and I’ll deny it till the day I die.”
“Hey, Lan?” “I don’t like that tone. What?” “Since we’re sharing our feelings—” “Lord, no. Please no. What is it now?”
“Bloody fucking hell!” He throws the door open and then shouts, “Nikolai, you fucking wank, come here.”
“Oh.” Kyle looks at us and releases a breath. “I thought I was intruding.” “You were.” Nikolai appears beside me, pouting like a child. “Cockblocker of the Year Award goes to the almighty Kyle Hunter.”
“Seems adequate. Finally some revenge for all the cock-blocking you indulged in during your toddler years.” “I was literally a toddler. Get over it.” “And your junior years and preteen years,” he counts on one hand. “Teenage years and uni years…should I keep counting?” “I can’t believe this!” Nikolai throws his hands in the air. “Hello, Petty Police? I’m reporting my
“What’s going on?” “Bran, I need to ask you a very serious question.” I straighten, all humor disappearing. “Anything.” “What do you like about my twat of a son?”
BABYYYY!” Everyone, and I mean every single person in the hall, looks back at me. Some laugh, others stab me with their elite, snobbish expressions, and many shake their heads, including Levi and that fucker Landon. He’s most definitely in the glaring category. I swear to fuck, if it weren’t for Bran and Mia getting between us, we would’ve ripped each other’s throats out a long time ago. Anyway, the people here don’t matter. I couldn’t give one single flying fuck about any judgmental, patronizing eyes, because the only person who matters faces me with a grin so wide, I nearly go into cardiac
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Never giving that painting up. Will probably have to put a request in my will to bury it with me so that when I meet Satan, I can tell him all about my lotus flower.
“You better not leave me again,” he whispers. “I couldn’t sleep without you.” “What the fuck? You told me to stop being a baby every night we spoke on the phone.”
Once, Kill threw a lighter at my head since he loves hitting me with random shit. Bran threw it back at his head and told him point-blank not to hit me anymore or he wouldn’t stand for it.
I love this man with everything I have and don’t have. I love him with my sane and insane parts. He’s my lotus flower. My Prince Charming. The love of my life. Mine.
