into motion as soon as possible,” he tells me as soon as the front door is closed. I haven't even taken my fucking jacket off yet. “I invited her over as soon as you went off to work.”
"Great," I mutter, pretending to read something on my phone.
“She fell for it!” he says excitedly, laughing like a child. I want to hurt him and imagine my hands wrapping around his neck. I’ll be damned if I let him hurt June. “She was here so fast, Kade, you would not believe it. So fucking desperate to see us again.”
He tells me about how he made lunch for them, how they had a nice meal, and talked about how hard it is without our parents. What a shame it is that we lost touch, and that we should stick together.
“I didn’t call her sis once.” He winks at me. “You know, wouldn’t be good for the plan we have.”
This goes on and on and on.
“And then she said she was cold, and I let her borrow my hoodie. She said she missed the smell of me,” he finishes, and I want to fucking strangle him.
“Your plan is genius,” Parker commends me. “I’m so glad you thought of that. I can’t wait to get what is rightfully ours. I’ve been thinking about what area I want to move to later,” he says thoughtfully as though it’s all a done deal, and finally, I’ve had enough.
“Parker,” I say, reminding myself to tread carefully. Once my brother is hooked on an idea, it’s hard to turn him off it. And if he thinks for one moment, I’m telling him not to do it, he’ll go ahead just to spite me. “We were so drunk last night.” I chuckle.
“Hammered,” he says with a wide grin.
I nod. “And we had some crazy ideas, huh?” I ask.
He nods again, tearing off a chunk of brie I bought earlier and stuffing it in his mouth.
“I don’t know whether that idea was… my best,” I admit. He loves it when I’m wrong, so he should fall for this. Guess it’s the younger brother syndrome.
“Kade,” he says in a more serious tone. “You’ve had some bad ideas and done some pretty stupid stuff. But that one?” His eyes glisten, and I already fucking know this will end up a mess. “That one was pure gold.”
“Parker…” I try again, but he’s already launched into another tirade about June and how she will pay for everything she did to us. It’s getting harder and harder not to punch him.
Finally, I fake a headache—which is becoming increasingly more real—and head into my room. I don’t think I’ve ever been more thankful to have some privacy. I lie on my bed and think about what I’ve done. June keeps intruding on my thoughts, her name dancing before me, her full lips shaped in the letters that form my name, taunting me.
I say fuck it hours later, after two painkillers and a tumbler of whiskey burning my throat. I get my phone, and I hold it for a long time before finally calling her number.
It rings and rings.
“Hello, you’ve reached the private number of June Wildfox. Please leave a message after the tone,” her soft voice informs me, the words a sharp contrast to her innocence.
I’m thankful and upset at the same time that she didn’t answer.
And I’m pretty sure I call again and again, just so I can listen to the sound of her voice before I fall asleep. This is what June fucking Wildfox does to me.
She is on my mind night and day.
If I thought it was hard to stop thinking about her before I tasted her lips, I know it’s impossible now. I see her everywhere and still feel her touch on my sensitive skin. I jerk off, imagining it’s her hand that’s bringing me pleasure. I deal with my guilty conscience and try to ignore the hurt when she doesn’t call, all the while thankful for it—because I know she should stay away because we’re bad together.
Scratch that.
Together, we’re perfect. Her lithe body, my huge strong build. Her dark hair, my dark crop. Her green eyes, my murky gray pair. She is light, and I am dark, but together it just makes sense. But our parents said we shouldn’t. And June seems to agree because she stays away.
And the worst part is the fact that she doesn’t stay away from Parker. It’s the other way around—the two spend more and more time