Pax strides over to me, leaning against the building and tilting his head back to look up at the sky. There’s too much light pollution to see stars here, but we both act like we can for a few quiet minutes. “He’s cute,” he finally says. “You going to swoop in and fuck him too if I don’t get to it fast enough?” I snark, regretting the words as soon as they leave my mouth. It’s not fair to be mad at my brother when I never told Elijah how I felt. Besides, we both know that even if I had, it was always Pax. Elijah’s had a thing for him since we were kids. I never stood a chance.
