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“It’s not that. I am proud of you. I want you to know that. It’s just that when Charlie invited everyone to the club and you said yes, it made me realise you didn’t need me anymore.”
“We’re the best team. Hammerhead and his Viking. Who can stop us? No one on earth can possibly beat a shark and a Viking.”
I watched in the mirror as he tugged his hoodie off, his T-shirt riding up as he did so. I caught a glimpse of defined abs before he yanked it back down. My heart rate was increasing for some reason, and we hadn’t even started dancing yet.
“I’m ruining things for you,” he said, and his voice was so small. What the fuck? “Ruining what? Baby, please speak to me. I don’t understand.” It barely even registered that I’d called him “baby”—something I’d never called anyone in my life, but it had just slipped out. I was too worried.
The thought of him all alone, crying on the floor, killed me.
“I wish…I wish my dad understood me like you do.” His lip wobbled, and I went to rush forwards, but my mum got there first, dropping the butter knife and wrapping her arms around him.
Squaring his shoulders, he walked into the kitchen, straight up to Leo, who was fishing teabags out of the mugs, and threw his arms around him from behind. Leo startled, sending the teabag on his spoon to the counter with a wet splat, but he recovered quickly, his lips curving upwards as he squeezed Ed’s arm.
“Why…uh…why are you calling me baby?” Good question. “I dunno. It just seems to happen. Do you not like it? I can stop.” “No, I like it,” he whispered into my ear, like he was confiding a secret.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” “You’re not sorry,” he muttered, his outraged glare replaced by a cute little pout, which made me grin.
“I’m yours,” I repeated, watching his eyes darken. “Yes, you are, and don’t you fucking forget it,” he ground out, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and yanking me into him.
“You like that?” He mouthed across my skin. “Every time you look in the mirror and see this, you’ll remember not to question what you mean to me.”
“Dare me.” “Fuck. I dare you to suck my cock.”
Why did everyone think Finn and I were boyfriends? Okay, I knew why, but they were just seeing what they wanted to see. Finn and I knew the truth.
“You know what I was talking to that girl about?” “No.” “You,” he breathed, punctuating the word with a soft kiss.
His thumbs caressed my hips before tapping lightly, and I took the hint, rolling my hips back in the lazy grind we’d fallen into.
Pulling me closer, he brought his free hand up to cup my nape, his fingers sliding into my overgrown hair. “My lion. You’re so fucking incredible, you know?” He swallowed hard and then continued. “I…I dare you to be my boyfriend.”
“Yes. Yes. I accept your dare. I’ll be your boyfriend,” I said as seriously as possible, but I was smiling too hard for it to have the effect I was aiming for.
“I fucking want it, baby.” His mouth slanted across mine again. “By the way, I love you back.”
“Sorry. Did you want us to act like we’re surprised?” He turned to my mum, widening his eyes and giving a fake gasp. “Can you believe it? Finn and Leo are in a relationship. They were so subtle. I never had a clue.”
“What is it?” I couldn’t help smiling. He was so fucking cute when he went all shy. “I wanted a photo of us for my phone wallpaper before, but I didn’t know if we could do that.”
“Hi,” he said, brushing his lips over mine. “Hi. I love you.”
The picture Leo had posted showed us lying in bed, with me scrolling through my phone with a grin on my face. Leo was curled into me, smiling up at the camera. Only the tops of our upper bodies were in shot, and we were covered by Leo’s duvet anyway, but it clearly showed that our shoulders were bare, and we were cuddling in bed together. Leo had added a simple one-word caption. Happy.
The only thing I can feel towards you is grateful for the part you’ve played in helping him feel that way.”
I was going to put my dick inside Finn.  “Uh.” I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”  We stared at one another, and then both burst out laughing at the same time.
“Sticking my dick in someone’s ass.” Smiling, I turned to kiss his cheek. “That’s such a romantic way of putting it.” “Oh, sorry. How about…inserting your sword into its sheath?”
Millie was eyeing Ed with amusement. “How old are you?” “Sixteen, seventeen in a few months. And alllll man where it counts.”
















