In the Arms of the Older Brother
“Should we seal this deal with a kiss, then?”
“Fuck off,” I shot back, shoving his chest. The sting in my palm caught me off guard, and I winced, yanking my hand to my chest. But Rowan caught my wrist anyway, his fingers circling my skin, eyes flicking from my wound to my face.
“Focus on getting back together with my brother first. Once your relationship is solid, then I’ll tell you about the flash drive,” he said, his gaze searching mine like he was weighing every word.