“Are stepbrothers usually as close as you and Miguel are?” Quentin snorted. “I don’t think anyone’s as close as we are. I’m kind of obsessed with him.” A blush spread from below his freckles, making my heart turn to goo. I loved when Quentin got mushy. Loved when he forced his rough affection on me too. His mushiness usually involved professions of murder and mayhem if anyone came near me. Saying he was obsessed with me was kind of tame in comparison to the usual.
