I just miss what I had with Iris, which wasn’t much. A friend-with-benefits arrangement, which was great during our holiday breaks and summer, when we had lots of free time and could hook up.
I’ve been needing to scratch that itch, and late at night, my thoughts have been entirely on Bristol Greyson.
I know, I should not be fantasizing about the girl who would murder me in my sleep if given the opportunity.
That’s all it ever is, though, a fantasy, because I can’t reach out to her. She’s trouble. Plus, she hates me.
The girl punched me in the first grade!
No, I still haven’t forgiven her for it.
I mean, she completely humiliated me. The least she could have done now is stroke my ego a bit, make up for it. But she never would.
That girl is the devil.
And that kiss that we shared, I need to get it out of my head.
But I can’t.
I’ve tried kissing a few puck bunnies, but it’s never gone past that, because every time their lips are on mine, I think about her.
My bedroom door jets open, and Zeke comes running in, climbing on my bed. He starts jumping and squealing as he throws his arms in the air.
For fuck’s sake, where are Luca and Harper?
I lift the kid, holding him out like a sack of flour. “Luca!” I growl, carrying the toddler, who kicks and wiggles in constant protest.
“Down. Put down.” Zeke has gotten so big over the past couple months. “Fuck down.” And his vocabulary has become much more colorful, thanks to some of us living under this roof.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to use that word,” I scold Zeke.
He sticks his tongue out at me.
He’s Luca’s kid, no doubt. I mean, maybe not biologically, but the mannerisms that he’s picking up scream Luca.
Okay, maybe they also scream a little of Ashton and me too.
We’re totally corrupting him.
“Your little dude just barreled into my room, uninvited.” I hand him off to Luca, who puts him down on the ground, letting him run freely.
“Sorry, Liam. Lock your door if you don’t want him barreling in.” Luca grabs the television remote. “Hey, buddy, do you want to watch some cartoons?”
“You’re not putting him in front of the television all day.” Harper comes barreling out of the kitchen in the same manner Zeke came running into my room.
It’s like a mini-me terrorizing this place.
I glance around the house. Ashton and Nova seem to have disappeared. Both of their bedroom doors are closed. They could be screwing, but I would guess they’re out, avoiding the wrath of the little engine that could destroy my sanity.
I grab my shoes by the door.
“Where are you off to?” Luca asks, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. I get the feeling that he’s silently asking for an invitation, a chance to run away, if even for a few hours.
But someone has to keep Harper and Zeke safe.
“Out.” I smirk and offer a wave. “Have fun, you two.” I wink at Luca and then hurry out the door.
Am I the asshole? Probably, but Luca married Harper. He committed to her; he may as well learn to help her with Zeke. And he has been more actively involved lately.