My Rival, My Stepbrother, My Mate
His heartbeat remained calm, I could feel it, what the fuck is wrong with this guy, he held no reaction, which felt infuriating, I couldn't help but clench my fists.
Asshole.
“Need help unpacking?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’ll handle it,” he replied without looking at me.
“Right,” I said. “If you need anything, my room’s nearby.”
Still nothing.
I left before my patience snapped.
Closing the door behind me with a soft click, but the tension followed. It always did with him. Campus. Ice rink. Now my own damn house.
Rivalries weren’t supposed to move in with you.