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I Shouldn’t Want You

A night of drunken sexual tension. A secret tryst. It wasn’t supposed to get more serious, but…

Torn between her best-friendship with Brogan and her friends-with-benefits turned maybe, actually real relationship with Brogan’s brother Danny, Anna must make an overwhelming decision.

Age Rating: 18+

 

I Shouldn’t Want You by AnnRea Fowler is now available to read on the Galatea app! Read the first two chapters below, or download Galatea for the full experience.

 


 

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1

Anna

I lifted the solo cup to my lips, stained ruby red with lipstick, as I observed the room of the grinding twenty-somethings.

A little of the too-sweet alcohol spilled onto my chin, a sign I had drank too much. I wiped the drop off with my thumb and then rubbed it onto the fabric of my cut off jeans.

My best friend, Brogan, was at my side, leaning on the counter and flirting with a guy from our high school.

Brogan and I were unofficially invited to this rager. Since the third grade, we’ve had a sleepover at either her house or mine almost every Friday.

This week we ended up at her place conveniently when her brother invited his entire fraternity to a house party.

The frat house on campus was under scrutiny for throwing parties with underage drinkers.

Their activity won’t be monitored at one of the brother’s family homes on a weekend that his parents were celebrating their anniversary in Cancun.

However, Danny took precaution by not allowing non-members under 21 to come to the party.

When Danny told Brogan his plans, he bristled when she said we would be there, partaking in all of the activities, including finding guys to fool around with for the night.

He argued with her, but eventually, she won out when she reminded him that we were both 18 and could handle making decisions for ourselves.

Why Brogan told her brother gross details of what she planned to do with one of his frat brothers was beyond me. I would never tell my brother anything about my sexual activity.

But, Brogan has always been an open book. If you searched “TMI” in Urban Dictionary, you would find a picture of Brogan.

It’s not like Danny’s party was my first party. Since his senior year of high school four years ago, Danny has been throwing parties. So, Brogan popped that cherry a while back.

Besides, when it comes to fooling around, it’s not Brogan’s first time either. Unlike me, Brogan lost her virginity the night after she turned 18. I saved it.

I had some offers, but I never felt it was right. I’m not going to give it up for anyone. I even made it to second base but never felt comfortable enough with the guy to go further than that.

The speakers bumped a popular R&B song, which got me swaying side-to-side in the kitchen. I sang along as I scanned the scene before me.

Across the room, Danny’s buddies gathered around him, cheering as he does a handstand over the keg.

Two of the brothers decided to take their shirts off a couple of beers ago, and some drunk Greek letter girls clawed at their bare chests. I gawked at the scene in disgust.

When Brogan and I go off to college next year, we won’t ever become like those girls.

The group erupted in a great cheer, and Danny stood up, taking a seat on a nearby barstool like a king upon his throne.

Danny caught me focused on him, and a wicked grin crossed his face.

I averted my gaze quickly, blood rushing from my cheeks down to my toes, transferring heat to the rest of my body like an internal wildfire.

I won’t say that I’m a cliche and that I’ve had a crush on Danny forever because it’s not like that. Being my best friend’s brother, Danny always seemed like only an older brother to me growing up.

It wasn’t until last year that I realized my treacherous feelings for him.

It was at another party like this one, and Danny had a girlfriend—well, I wouldn’t exactly call her that. “Friends with benefits” was the appropriate term.

Some trap beat was playing, and Danny and Miranda were dancing dirty, leaving nothing to the imagination as to their plans later. I watched his scruffy cheek rub against hers, and her body responded in shivers.

Right then and there, I got a sinking feeling that I wished that was me. Not with any guy, but with Danny. The realization hit me hard, and I couldn’t believe myself and the feelings I was having.

After a few weeks, multiple incidents made it apparent that it was a total crush.

Bringing me back to reality and getting my mind off Danny, a random guy bumped into me as he reached for the bottle of gold tequila behind me.

As he apologized, I got a flash of his short blonde hair and his attractive jawline before he walked to the other side of the kitchen.

There I saw him fill a line of shot glasses with the amber liquid. I left my post by Brogan and sauntered over to him, tapping on his shoulder. My little crush on Danny won’t keep me from having fun.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked the guy. His lips stretched into a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Finn,” he answered, producing his hand for me to shake.

“Anna,” I replied, taking note of the coarseness of his hand in mine. From the pretense of his jeans and red, plaid shirt, I knew he wasn’t from Danny’s fraternity. He probably came with a friend who was in the fraternity.

As if to prove my point, Finn called across the room to another guy, almost identical to him, wearing a fraternity shirt.

He strode up with two other guys at his side and took a shot glass from the counter. His friends did the same.

Finn offered one out to me, and I took it gratefully, anticipating the sweet, thick burn down my throat. We clinked the glasses together and downed the shots simultaneously.

I swallowed quickly, enjoying the sensation on my throat. I chased the shot with a lime.

“Guys, this is Anna.” Finn introduced me to the other guys. “Anna, this is my brother, Flynn, and his buddies, Dex and Roger.” I actually knew all of these guys since Danny brings them over often, but I nod my head and smile at each guy.

I recalled the name Flynn coming from Brogan’s mouth earlier this week. Her affinity to him made sense. Both Flynn and Finn had identical, rugged features with chiseled jawlines to match.

Their built frames made them look strong and sturdy, and never had a problem with a tall guy. Their light blonde hair parted to the right with side fade helped to accentuate their tanned faces.

Brogan appeared by my side shortly after I started talking to the guys.

Brogan asked, “So, boys, are we taking shots?”

The guys grinned at the sight of Brogan’s bare midriff and booty shorts. Finn poured out another round of tequila.

“What’s your name again, gorgeous?” Flynn asked her, handing her a glass.

“Brogan, but you can keep calling me gorgeous if you’d like,” she replied.

“Oh, yeah. You’re Danny’s sister, right?” Flynn smiled and glanced over at Danny, who was paying no attention to the people in the kitchen.

“The one and the only.” Brogan roamed closer to Flynn and touched his arm as she started a conversation with him.

While Brogan was occupied, I was left to chat with Finn, who had barely said a full sentence so far.

“So, do you go to school with Danny, too?” I asked, looking up at his handsome face.

“No, I’m actually on a gap year. My family needed help on our farm this year. I’ll be starting college next year,” he said. I couldn’t help noticing his thumbs fidgeting together nervously.

“Nice. What are you going to study?”

“Agribusiness. I want to take over the family farm one day.”

“Sweet. I’ve never met someone studying agribusiness before. I guess that happens when you live in the suburbs,” I said. He chuckled lightly.

“Yeah.” Finn rubbed the back of his neck.

“So how did you end up here?” I asked, maintaining the conversation.

“Flynn is in Danny’s pledge class.”

I bobbed my head, uncertain as to what to say next. I spun toward Brogan, about to signal for help since the conversation was going nowhere.

“So what are you drinking tonight?” Flynn asked.

“Got anything hard?” Brogan replied with a sly expression as she squeezed Flynn’s bicep. He visibly gulped, and I giggled at the pair of them.

His eyes hovered down her backside as she reached to grab another bottle of tequila from the cabinetry top shelf. She deposited the bottle on the island countertop.

As the two tequila shots caught up to me, my judgment faded, and I was brave enough to side up to Finn despite the awkward conversation. I grabbed the vodka bottle off the counter and raised it up. “Belly shots, anyone?”

Brogan threw her arm around me and laughed. “This is my best friend, Anna. She likes to be licked.” Brogan and I exchanged giggles. I heard Finn chuckle beside me, his gaze intently burning into my back.

Brogan leaned over to whisper in my ear. “One brother for each of us.” She let out a bubbly laugh. I laughed, too, although I was too drunk to go further than making out with Finn.

Brogan cleared off the island counter, and Flynn lifted her onto it. He then placed me beside her. I positioned myself parallel to Brogan, who was lying on her back.

Flynn grasped the tequila bottle from the counter and rested his fingertips on her waistband. She squirmed under his hand.

His fingers played with the trim on the bottom of her shirt, pushing it away from her navel. Finn put lime slices and salt between Brogan and me. I stuck one in my mouth and sucked.

My expression soured as the juice hit my tastebuds. Finn laughed and licked the dribbling lime juice off my chin.

Flynn poured tequila into Brogan’s navel and held her hips down with his large palms, keeping her from giggling and spilling it.

His tongue traced up from her waistband and swirled around her belly button before lapping out the pool of hard liquor.

Finn took the bottle from his brother and poured it into my navel.

He imitated his brother, except he started at the bottom of my bra and then swirled around my navel to finish by sipping the tequila out. He wandered his warm tongue down to my waistband.

My hips involuntarily lifted into his chest, and his lips curved up against my skin before placing a soft kiss above my shorts.

Flynn pulled Brogan up off the counter and returned her to the floor.

“Finn, this babe and I are going to the dance floor. Are you coming?” Flynn asked.

Finn shook his head, staring at me with the same intense gaze as before.

“I’ll stay here with Anna. If that’s okay with you…” He directed the last part to me, and I nodded. Flynn shrugged and whisked Brogan away to the living room.

I sat up on the counter, admiring Finn’s sharp bone structure. He placed his palms on my thighs in response. His touch sent tequila-inspired chills up and down my spine.

In one motion, he settled himself between my legs. One hand was behind my head and one on my thigh, stroking the skin. His hand brought my head down to his, and our lips crashed together.

My pelvis pressed against him, and he moaned into my mouth.

He didn’t do much in terms of conversation, but I didn’t mind that now.

I was vaguely aware of how public our affections are. Finn was a good kisser, and although I didn’t plan to do much more with a stranger, there was no harm in a little lip-lock.

His hand moved higher up my thigh to the front of my shorts. My hands migrated to the back of his head to draw his face closer and deepen the kiss.

He nibbled on my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to give him full access. His tongue invaded my mouth and joined mine in a carnal dance.

His hand shifted to the bottom of my shirt, slowly making its way to the clasp of my bra. He lightly bites my lip and then kissed the skin down my neck.

While I’m distracted with his lips’ assault on my skin, his fingers unclasped my bra. He gracefully slipped it off my arms and underneath my shirt, and threw it onto the counter.

His hands gathered at my front, and his fingers grazed my skin until he was groping my breasts.

I wiggled out of his grasp, knowing that he crossed a line for me. His mouth returned to mine, and he held me down with them, keeping me from pulling away.

He squeezed tighter with his rough hands, and I squealed in pain. That’s when his body disappeared from mine.

I regained my composure, searching the kitchen for Finn. My heart stopped when I saw him on the floor underneath Danny, who was pounding his face in.

I hopped off the counter and reached for Danny to stop him from delivering more blows to Finn’s head. He broke away from me and took a shot at Finn’s belly. I shoved him back and kneeled over Finn.

Blood dripped from his nose, and the first signs of a shiner appeared under his right eye.

“Danny, what are you doing?” I demanded, getting up from the floor and pushing him back out of the kitchen. Flynn ran in to take care of his brother. Brogan appeared in the doorway in shock but didn’t dare confront her brother about it.

“I saw Brogan dancing without you, so I came to find you. Then, I found this douche fondling you,” he declared, still not giving a good reason as to why he was hitting Finn.

“So you hit him? Did you think that I might have liked what he was doing to me?” I kept pushing him back, so now we were in the middle of the living room. The DJ—the frat’s vice president—didn’t cut off the music amidst the commotion, which I was thankful for.

“Anna, you were pushing him off, and he wasn’t stopping. I saw it.” Danny said, a pout hiding his indiscernible thoughts.

“It’s none of your business,” I said.

Danny tousled his hair and said, “You’re drunk.”

“I’ll get as drunk as I please and kiss whoever I want to.” I perched my fists on my hips, asserting myself to him.

“Not at my party. I’m cutting you off. No more alcohol. Go upstairs and go to bed.” Danny shoved past me toward the kitchen.

“Danny, you aren’t my father. You can’t tell me what to do like that.” He whirled around at my words.

“Danny! More like Daddy,” one of the brothers shouted, teasing. My face changed to scarlet.

“Fine, then. I’ll take you upstairs myself.” Danny hoisted me up on his shoulder before I could evade him.

With his arms around my legs and one hand suspiciously close to my butt, he carried me upstairs.

He opened the door to the guest room without knocking and quickly shut it when he noticed two figures rolling around on the bed.

Brogan’s door was locked, so he carried me to his room instead and set me down on the bed. He slammed the door before looking at me.

Then, he plopped down beside me, massaging his temples with his fingers. I viewed the tenseness on his handsome visage. Guilt flooded my mind.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you.” I diverted my stare down to my lap. I was sobering up the more I contemplated his stressed features.

“Whatever. You know, if you don’t want my help, you can get out and go back to that hick-town loser.” He turned away from me, and I stared at the back of his head.

“I don’t want to. You were right. He was too handsy for my comfort level.” I admitted defeat.

“Whatever. Just go away, Anna. You can obviously take care of your own drunk self.”

“Danny,” I paused, waiting for him to twist toward me. He didn’t. “I want to thank you.”

“Now you have. Run along.” His shoulders were tense. Still wet from the action with Finn, I’m buzzed by the sight of Danny’s muscles.

Maybe it’s my newfound crush on him that made me imagine him liking me, too. Especially by the way he swooped in and saved me tonight. The tequila coursed through me, allowing me to speak up.

“There must be some way I can thank you.” I situated my hands on his shoulders, which made him jump and tense more. Eventually, his shoulders relaxed, and I began massaging his tense muscles. “Let me make you feel better.”

Danny hesitated, but didn’t make a movement in protest. I climbed up behind him and pressed my breasts against his back. I moved both of my hands in a rhythm on his shoulders with tender pressure.

He relaxed and released a sigh. I worked on his shoulders and leaned down to press my lips to his earlobe.

His shoulders immediately tensed up again, but my fingers lingered. Danny suddenly flipped around and pinned me to the bed, cuffing my arms to my sides with his own hands.

I stared into his eyes, a piercing blue gaze that matches Brogan. I was going to combust under his watch, and then the fire will be quenched with the wetness between my legs.

He leaned in, his mouth inching closer and closer to mine. “Don’t you ever do anything like that with that guy again.”

I licked my lips, peering at his face a mere inch from mine. His breath caressed my cheeks. Finally, I closed my eyes and his lips covered mine.

His kiss was hard and needy and made me ache between my thighs.

His kisses trailed down my face to my chin to my neck. They rested on my collarbone and sucked the skin. A moan escaped, and I ran my hands up his back, entangling my fingers in his hair.

He tugged his shirt off, and I ruffled his beautiful dark locks.

He tore away. His breathing was ragged and he was scanning my face for something. Probably, coherence because of the prevalent taste of alcohol on my tongue.

“What?” I whispered, desperately wanting his lips back on mine.

“Do you want this?” He asked.

I bit my lip and slid back from him, tugging my top off and fully exposing myself to him.

“I want you.”

Danny visibly restricted a moan, his eyes trailing down my torso and back up to my face. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head in one motion. With his other hand, he unbuttoned my shorts.

He slipped them off with my panties, leaving me gloriously vulnerable to him.

 

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2

Anna

I shut my eyes tight, trying to drown out the buzzing. I reached over to the bedside table and seized my phone. I slid my finger across the screen to answer.

“Hello?” I said, groggily into the receiver. The voice on the other end was chipper, so I knew it was Brogan.

Brogan talked so fast that it was difficult to understand.

“Brogan, slow down. I can’t understand a word you are saying,” I mumbled.

“I had the best night with Flynn. He just left. I gave him my number, and he says he wants to take me out next Friday.” She squealed in excitement, and I winced. My head pounded from all the alcohol I consumed the night before.

“Brogan, that’s so great. I’m happy for you.” I replied with my best attempt at ‘cheerful’. A muscular arm tightened around me, making me aware of another presence in the bed.

“Where are you? Can you come over for breakfast?” Brogan asked.

“Uh…sure. Give me a little while to get myself together.” My voice shook as I tried to fast forward through last night’s events.

“Annie, are you in bed with a guy? Take all the time you need, sweetheart,” she said cheekily and hung up.

I placed my phone back on the bedside table and groaned. My head throbbing, I closed my eyes to go back to sleep but then remembered that there was someone beside me.

I peeked under the covers and realized I’m completely naked. My body felt funny overall, and I took that as an ominous sign.

Did I sleep with someone last night? Shit, what have I done?

I was scared to look over at the guy. Everything from last night seemed hazy. Slowly, I recalled a few things. I remembered making out with some guy last night—Finn, maybe? So he was beside me, right?

I didn’t think I drank enough to black out, but remembering was much fuzzier than usual.

I heard a grunt beside me and shut my eyes again. I peeked one open and slowly turned my head to the perpetrator—or should I say—possible penetrator. I caught a glance of dark, wavy hair.

Crap. Definitely not Finn. He and his brother were blonde.

I twisted in the guy’s arms and studied him, attempting to piece it together.

“Fuck,” I said aloud, surprising myself at the sound of my own voice.

Danny opened his eyes, and his familiar piercing, blue gaze tore my heart to pieces. The same blue orbs that belonged to my best friend.

I felt like Brutus, who just stabbed my best friend in the back by sleeping with her brother.

His face lit up. Then, he noticed my horrified expression, and the smile faded.

“Did we…” I asked, already knowing the answer from the soreness between my legs.

Danny lifted the covers and looked down at himself. His face spread with a smirk. “I think we did. And I’m ready for round two if you’re up for it.”

My eyes went wide, alarmed by the thought. Danny laughed at my horror.

“Danny, I’m not going to sleep with you,” I said, taken aback by the suggestion.

He tilted his head to rest on my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch, but I couldn’t tell if it’s a good or bad sensation since I won’t stop thinking about how I betrayed Brogan.

My mind spiraled into a deep, dark hole of despair and depression.

His lips touched my ear as he whispered to me. “Looks like you already did, babe.” His hand trailed underneath the covers where my body was lying naked. I slapped his hand away and pulled the covers up to my chin.

“Last night was a mistake,” I said.

“Well, that’s one Etch-A-Sketch doodle that can’t be undid, home-skillet,” he said.

I stared at him incredulously. “Are you seriously quoting Juno to me right now?” Then my brain made a connection. “Ohmygod, didweevenuseacondom?” My words came out at once as I freaked out.

“Chill. I always wrap it up,” he said. This statement gave me a feeling of relief mixed with the uneasy feeling that he must wrap it up often for other girls. Danny was acting nonchalant while I spiraled into a whole mess.

“Get serious. This is a disaster. What am I going to tell Brogan?” I whisper-yelled at him, aware of how thin the walls in the house are.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Louisiana. It’s just sex. From what I can remember, it was good sex, too. And don’t tell Brogan anything if you don’t want to. She’ll probably be hella dramatic.”

I rolled my eyes at my nickname. My real name was Louise, but I told everyone that I hated my name when I moved here in third grade.

Danny was studying the U.S. states at that time, so he nicknamed me Louisiana—Anna, for short.

“But, she already knows I was with someone last night. Should I tell her it was Finn?” I asked. Danny tilted his head in confusion. “Finn—the guy you beat the living daylights out of last night.”

His lips pouted, his jaw tightened, and his eyes burst into flames. “Tell her whatever the hell you want. Just get out of my bed.”

“Turn around,” I commanded.

“What for?” Danny asked, still angry.

“So I can put my clothes on, stupid,” I said. I was coming off as harsh, but I didn’t care.

He scoffed. “I’ve already seen you naked. Hurry up and get out.”

I waited a moment for him to turn around. He didn’t. I sat up, holding the sheet up to my chest, and located my clothes scattered around the room.

“Where’s my bra?” I spun and saw Danny with his arms folded behind his head, waiting for me to leave so he could go back to sleep.

“I didn’t take that one off of you. Go ask your hick-town hoe.”

I peered over at him. His eyes were closed, and he was trying to get back to sleep. I took the opportunity to leap off the bed and retrieved my shirt and shorts.

This behavior was so like Danny. He used to be my friend when we were growing up. I looked up to him. It might have had something to do with the fact that no other boys wanted to be my friend, though.

Our friendship changed drastically when he got to high school, and Brogan and I were in middle school. We became less cool to him, and he hung out with us less.

Before then, I knew that he liked having me as a friend, but that change made me not so sure anymore. Being his friend was easy when we were kids, but my recently developed crush complicated it now.

When he graduated and started his first year in college, he joined a fraternity. He became even more distant from who he once was.

Freshman and sophomore years, I didn’t see him around much, except for when he came home for academic breaks. It was his junior year, and he was supposed to be living in the fraternity house.

He spent more time living at home for some reason that I couldn’t glean, as much as I wished my constant presence at the house was the reason.

“You know, Anna, you’re lucky that you slept with me last night. It could’ve been Finn, the disrespectful douchebag, but instead, you got me.” Danny punctuated the last word with a smirk.

“Oh, what a pleasure,” I said, sardonically. Another thought entered my brain, and I searched around the room frantically.

“Looking for something?” Danny teased, and I glanced at him as he swirled my panties around his finger.

“Give them back, Danny.” I reached to grab them, but he snatched them away. He was remarkably a jerk, more so than usual. I couldn’t read his expression to tell whether he was mad at me or if he was merely teasing me.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir.”

I shook my head at him and stormed out of the room. I walked silently downstairs and out the door. Then, I opened the door and shut it again, making extra noise so Brogan would think I just arrived.

I was wearing the same clothes from last night. I hoped she wouldn't notice, but I was already under the ruse of having slept with some guy, so maybe that will be my saving grace.

Brogan flew down the stairs to hug me. I giggled as she just about knocked me off my feet.

“I had the best time last night with Flynn.”

“Ooh, please tell me all about it,” I said with sarcasm. I genuinely didn’t want to hear about her romping around. Still, I also wanted to avoid being asked questions about my own night.

I let her talk, though I am tuning the majority of it out. I was fretting that she could read my guilt on my face.

I lost myself in the possibilities of what she would say when she found out who I slept with.

Only when she asked me a question was, I brought back to reality.

“So, who did you go home with last night? Finn?” She raised her eyebrow and winked. I shook my head fervently.

“No, we were making out, but he was getting too handsy. That’s when Danny stepped in, and we know how that shit-show ended.” Oh, boy. If only she knew how it actually ended.

“Aw, that’s a shame. We need to get rid of your virginity some time.” She giggled, and I chuckled to humor her, realizing the weight of her words.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked, changing the subject from my virginity.

“Let’s binge the new season of This Is Us,” Brogan suggested.

“Breakfast first,” I said, my stomach grumbling.

“You make the pancakes, I’ll bring the tissues,” Brogan said. Brogan spun around, and I followed her into the kitchen.

I opened the cabinets and searched for the pancake mix.

“Pancakes, eggs, and bacon, please,” Brogan requested.

With the pancake mix, I also retrieved a bag of chocolate chips. Brogan positioned the egg carton and bacon on the counter.

I cooked the bacon in the skillet while Brogan mixed the instant pancake batter with milk in a sparkly pink mixing bowl. When the bacon was done, Brogan drained the pan of almost all grease.

She cracked the eggs in the pan with the bacon grease, and I scrambled the eggs and divided them and the bacon between two plates. The pancakes were in the pan when I heard a door close upstairs.

Footsteps came down the steps and pattered into the kitchen.

“Morning, bubba,” Brogan greeted Danny as he perched on the barstool that’s been relocated to the counter after the party.

“Morning, ladies. Where’s my plate?” he asked arrogantly.

“Get your fat butt up and go get it yourself,” I said. He stuck his tongue out at me in response, and I ignored his childish antics. Brogan’s phone rang, and she squealed at the caller I.D.

“It’s Jane. I’m gonna take this to the other room. I have to tell her about last night with Flynn!”

Danny audibly groaned, detesting the fact that his friend bedded his sister. She scampered off into the living room. Danny got up and reached into the cabinet for a plate.

Then, he stood behind me, pressing his bare chest against my scantily-clad body. He went over me to shovel half of Brogan’s bacon and eggs on his plate.

“You smell amazing.” His breath caressed my neck. “Or maybe it’s the food,” he said with a snicker. I sighed in exasperation.

“This is why you should spend the night more often. You can have your next sleepover in my bed.” He whispered the last bit in my ear, his lips brushing against my skin and giving me chills.

“Nice butt, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t see it when you thought I was going back to sleep.”

I huffed, and he returned to the barstool with his filled plate. I put the pancakes on Brogan’s and my dishes and shoved the rest onto Danny’s plate.

“Grab the peanut butter for me, babe?” I cringed at the pet name, although I secretly would love it if Brogan wasn’t in the conjoining room—and if it wasn’t meaningless teasing.

I grasped the jar from the cabinet. “You want this?” I asked. He nodded, and I smiled slyly. I hurled it at his head so fast, he barely ducked in time. It rolled into the living room, and he gazed at me in sheer disbelief. “Go fetch the peanut butter, you dog.”

He chuckled at me, leaving the room to retrieve the jar.

“Don’t spit in my eggs while I’m gone,” he called behind him.

I laughed because he read my mind. Brogan bounded back into the kitchen all giggly. Danny returned and opened the jar of peanut butter, spreading it all over his pancakes.

Brogan and Danny scarfed down their food.

“Did you two have fun at the party last night?” Danny asked, and Brogan exchanged a giggly glance with me. “It’ll be the last one for a while since the Spring semester starts up this week.”

“Well, I met a guy, and Anna met a guy. And she almost lost her virginity to him,” Brogan shared.

Danny coughed and spit his orange juice across the kitchen, spraying all over the linoleum flooring. He hacked uncontrollably.

“Got a hairball, fella? Need me to slap you on the back, big guy?” I asked, anxious to hit him.

He shook his head and finally calmed down. His gaze bore into me, making me feel naked and vulnerable in front of him all over again.

“Anna, you’re a virgin?” He laughed, and my heart broke.

I couldn’t believe he has been such a jerk today. First, when we woke up and now at the breakfast table in front of Brogan.

I scowled at him, and he stopped laughing when he noticed the slightest tear in my eye. Danny’s smirk dropped with a shameful expression.

Brogan wasn’t paying attention to the exchange but was texting someone on her phone instead.

Danny cleared his throat and changed the subject, telling me stories about his friends who were at the party last night.

After breakfast, Brogan and I put on a season of This is Us while picking up trash and plastic cups in the living room. Danny wiped down the kitchen and washed the dishes from breakfast.

“So, Louisiana, where did you end up spending the night?” Danny asked with the same look he’s been giving me all morning.

“At home. After we talked last night, I walked the three blocks home.” I mentally made a note to ask my brother to cover my story that I stayed at home last night.

“Oh. Well, I guess that sucks for that Finn guy.”

“He’ll get over it.” I shrugged.

The doorbell rang, and Brogan floated off to go answer it, oblivious to the conversation.

“Did you find your bra yet?” Danny asked in a suggestive tone.

“No, why? Did you?”

“Meet me in my room and find out.” He winked and disappeared upstairs.

Brogan strode back in with a vast grin splayed across her face.

“Guess who’s outside.” She squealed.

“Flynn?” I asked. She nodded excitedly and clapped her hands. “Who was here mere hours ago?”

“He came back to grab his wallet, but now he’s going to walk me to the park for lunch. Are you gonna be cool here?” I forced a smile, and she hugged me.

She took her jacket and scampered out the door. I could already tell that she will be totally wrapped up in this new guy for a while.

I guessed now was the best time, if ever, to confront Danny and get back my lacy intimates.

 

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