LOGIN"Oh God." Dominic buried his face in his free hand.
“Well, your mother isn’t much better,” Erick said, “after all, our mothers are friends and well, when we went Christmas shopping, she joined us about ten minutes in to see how things were going.” She paused again, “She kept offering to buy me clothes and other items to get you to wake up. The shopping bags are still in the corner. I still have to unpack them.”
Dominic's head snapped up,
Both men groaned, but their protests lacked conviction. Ericka knew them too well."Fine," Maxwell conceded. "But I'm making popcorn, and I get the recliner.""Deal," Ericka smiled triumphantly.As Maxwell cleared the breakfast plates, Dominic helped Ericka to her feet. She swayed slightly, still weaker than she wanted to admit. Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms again."What are you doing?" she protested, though her arms automatically wound around his neck."Taking you to the couch. Doctor's orders." He carried her to the living room, settling her gently onto the sofa and tucking the throw blanket around her legs. "Comfortable?""I could get used to this," she admitted, snuggling into the cushions."Good. Because I plan on spoiling you for the foreseeable future."From the kitchen, Maxwell made exaggerated gagging noises. "I changed my mind. Horror movies. At least then I'd have an excuse for feeling nauseous."
Back at the apartment, Maxwell emerged from the bathroom, hair damp and clothes changed. He paused in the doorway, observing his sister and best friend at the kitchen table. The way they sat, Ericka leaning slightly into Dominic's space, his hand resting casually on her knee, spoke of an intimacy that had always been there, just beneath the surface. It was strange to see it so openly displayed after years of watching them dance around each other.A part of him wanted to be annoyed. This would complicate things, change the dynamic between the three of them. But the larger part, the part that had watched his sister cry over this man, the part that had listened to Dominic's circular reasoning about why he couldn't act on his feelings, felt only relief."So," he said, dropping into the chair across from them. "What's the plan for today? Because I drove four hours to make sure my sister wasn't dying, and now I'm stuck here until at least tomorrow."Ericka rolled her
"Oh God." Dominic buried his face in his free hand.“Well, your mother isn’t much better,” Erick said, “after all, our mothers are friends and well, when we went Christmas shopping, she joined us about ten minutes in to see how things were going.” She paused again, “She kept offering to buy me clothes and other items to get you to wake up. The shopping bags are still in the corner. I still have to unpack them.”Dominic's head snapped up, his eyes darting to the corner of the living room where, sure enough, several shopping bags sat tucked behind the armchair. He'd walked past them a dozen times without registering what they were."My mother bought you clothes to... seduce me?""She didn't use that word exactly," Ericka said, her cheeks flushing. "She said something about 'helping you see what's right in front of you.' There's this blue dress she insisted would 'bring out my eyes.'"Maxwell was laughing so h
"And I looked at you, really looked at you, and I thought, 'That's us. That's exactly what we've been doing.' Three years of pretending, of making excuses, of hiding behind that contract." He shook his head. "Something just... snapped. I couldn't do it anymore. I had to know what it would feel like to kiss you, even if it ruined everything.""It didn't ruin everything," she said softly."It almost did. If you hadn't collapsed, if Marcus hadn't texted me..." He couldn't finish the thought. "You would have been gone. I would have come home to an empty room and a cancelled lease, and I never would have known..."Ericka reached up, pressing her fingers to his lips. "But that's not what happened. I'm here. We're here."He kissed her fingers, then captured her hand in his. "Promise me something.""What?""Promise me you'll never disappear like that again. If something's wrong, if you're hurting, tell me. Even if you think I'm the one who caused it. Especially then.""I promise." She shifted
"I didn't exactly plan it," she mumbled, leaning into his touch despite her protest. Her gaze drifted to Dominic, who stood awkwardly by the couch, hands shoved in his pockets. "Did you two...?""Have a chat?" Maxwell finished. "Yeah, we did."Dominic watched the siblings, noting the familiar way they communicated, half-sentences, meaningful glances, the shorthand of people who'd grown up together. He'd always envied that, being an only child himself."And?" Ericka pressed, folding her arms across her chest. The sleeves of Dominic's hoodie fell past her fingertips, making her look smaller, more vulnerable.Maxwell glanced back at Dominic, one eyebrow raised. "And we've reached an understanding.""What kind of understanding?" Suspicion laced her tone."The kind where I don't murder your roommate for being an idiot," Maxwell said, his voice lighter than his words. "Though the jury's still out on that one."Dominic cleared his throat. "I was just explaining to your brother about... us."
"Shit," he whispered. He glanced at the clock: 6:47 AM. Trust Maxwell to arrive early. Carefully, Dominic extricated himself from Ericka's embrace, replacing his chest with her pillow. She murmured in protest but didn't wake.He ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair and pulled on a t-shirt. There was no time to shower or even brush his teeth. Maxwell wasn't known for his patience, especially when it came to his sister.Dominic padded through the apartment, his mind racing. What would he say? How could he explain that yes, he'd kissed Ericka, then pushed her away, then found her in the hospital, and now they were... what? Together? It sounded ridiculous even to him.He opened the door to find Maxwell, six feet of barely contained fraternal concern, his dark hair, the same shade as Ericka's, dishevelled from the drive. A duffel bag hung from his shoulder, suggesting he planned to stay."Where is she?" Maxwell demanded, pushing past Dominic into the apartment."Sleeping," Dominic repl







