You're mine, brother.
“Why not, baby? Is it the move? The change? Talk to me.”
I opened my mouth, closed it. Every excuse felt somehow. The truth was too dangerous to admit.
“Come on,” she coaxed, squeezing my fingers. “Lorenzo will be there too. You two are almost the same age, you guys could be friends. Real brothers.”
The word brothers landed like a slap. My cock twitched traitorously in my pants at the memory of Enzo saying it while he stroked me, low, mocking, dripping with sin.
“Enzo is the reason I don’t want to go there,” I blurted before I could stop myself.