Claimed By My Ex's Uncle
“See, I am not stupid, right. You are foolishly crushing hard over an old man. Carlos breathes, you melt. He looks away, you shatter like broken glass.
Remember, that tall, brooding guy with eight pack abs is your ex’s uncle. I repeat, an uncle!
He is an old fogey, Whisker!”
“He isn’t that old.” I spoke meekly, trying to defend myself. Derek said with a mocking grimace.
“So now I am fighting for attention with a vampire daddy? Do I need to start wearing blood-red contacts and lurking in the shadow, too?”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a laugh escaped me. Derek’s cute pout removed the unease of his nagging as I grabbed my earlobes, apologizing.