“First though, I think it’s important to note that if you’re screwing Izaac, your reasoning for why I can’t screw your brother is kinda null and void now. You’ve got no ground to stand on.” My jaw drops, and I pull back, gaping at my best friend. “You wouldn’t.” “Oh,” she says, her gaze darkening, clearly thinking of what it’d be like to be with my brother. “I think you and I both know damn well that I would.”
