Master of Mayhem (Frat Wars, #2)

by Saxon James

I catch Brandon watching me, so I blow a kiss his way. He responds with an expected eye roll, but then something I’m not expecting happens. His cheeks flush a ridiculously bright red. I didn’t even know Brandon could blush. And he is. Over me. Oh, this has just gotten interesting.

The thought of him kissing another guy turns my stomach. It’s our thing.

“But I am. I can do relationships, and I can be committed. I’d be the best fucking boyfriend in history, because if I was into someone enough that I wanted that with them, they’d be my whole world.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but I think I’m too sick for sex stuff.” I mock gasp. “Who are you, and what have you done with my boyfriend?” “B-boyfriend? Not brofriend?” “No. We can stop kidding ourselves that this is nothing, because I think it might be everything.”