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Comfortable.
Safe.
I only had that with Blake.
Brandon made me laugh, really laugh, for the first time in… I couldn’t even remember.
“You followed me around like a dog,” I say.
I can practically hear his smirk through the door. “Like you didn’t love every second of it.”
“You were annoying as fuck.”
“And yet, here we are. Still stuck with each other.”
I close my eyes, letting my head thunk back against the door.
“Woof.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat. “Seriously?”
“Come on, cupcake. Open the door.”
My fingers trace the cool metal of the doorknob. “Why?”
“Because sitting on this floor is killing my ass.”
Turning that knob feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Harder than any exam, any interview, any social event I’ve ever forced myself through.
“Poor baby.” I turn the lock, my hand trembling slightly. “Heaven forbid you wrinkle your precious designer pants.”
The door creaks open, and Brandon steps inside, closing it behind him. His tie is loose, hair messed up like he’s been running his hands through it the whole time.
He looks down at me where I’m still sitting on the floor, those blue eyes too sharp, too knowing. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I whisper back.
“You look like shit.”
“Fuck you very much.”
“Already offered.” He slides down next to me against the wall. “Multiple times.”
“And I already told you where to stick those offers.”
“Kinky.” He grins, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You know, most girls would kill for what I’m offering.”
“Guess I’m not most girls.”
“You’re definitely not.”
I drop my head to his shoulder. Safe… “What if I said yes?”
His head snaps to me. “What?”
I lift my own from his shoulder, meeting his beautiful eyes. “You heard me.”
“Say it again.”

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