Page 40 of When We Ignite

“I’m not in a committed relationship,” I corrected firmly, frowning.

Henry laughed again. “Ash, this is the kind of thing you used to give Oli shit about—dating girls who withheld sex to get him to commit. Remember that?”

“It’s not the same,” I argued. “He’s not withholding sex to get me to commit. He’s just getting used to the idea. He’s never been with a man before—it’s a big adjustment,” I explained.

Henry chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s like watching your hero fall. Sebastian Langley, whipped.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, glaring at my phone as it buzzed again.

My Pet

I don’t think there are going to be a lot of opportunities to be alone together with our families there

we could go sailing

I didn’t mean we couldn’t

just that it’ll probably be hard

I smiled to myself, the corners of my mouth twitching upward.

Me

I’ll figure something out

and I want to get you out on the boat

what kind of swimsuit do you usually wear?

“Texting your boyfriend again?” Henry teased, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business for once?” I retorted.

Henry hissed dramatically, clutching his chest. “Ooh, felt the sting of that one. You must be pissed I’m right.” His loud laugh reverberated through the car.

My Pet

a normal one

and don’t even think about getting me one

I chuckled, but my smile faded as I stared at his words. Henry was right about one thing—Ethan had shifted the balance. Somehow, without even trying, he was calling the shots.

And I was letting him.

That part was new.

* * *

When we arrived at the house, the smell of roasted garlic and herbs wafted out to greet us. Ethan’s family was already gathered on the terrace with Oliver, the scene idyllic, with soft music playing and wine bottles dotting the table.

Henry had a laughing fit in the car, calling it my “meet the in-laws” moment. We had to wait a few minutes for him to compose himself before we joined them.

As we approached, I noticed Ethan’s lips twist into a smile, but he didn’t look my way. Oliver turned to greet us, his expression warm and welcoming.

“Hello, everyone,” I said, my tone polite as I stepped forward.

“These are my brothers. Sebastian, the eldest,” Oliver said, gesturing to me.