Throne of Wolves
He whined like a five-year-old, he was thirteen years old, and he was devastated at the news that his X-men boxers have gone missing.
Not that his sister is now living in another territory and that he was ringing to tell me he was missing me.
"Yeah, love and miss you too Maxwell." I replied, before pushing my phone back into my pocket and looking toward Bryan, who looked down at me with a frown.
"That was my younger brother," I confirmed not that he had asked.
He smirked, "I know, I wouldn't let you speak to another male like that if they weren't family."
I smirked back, wanting to see how far I could tease him.
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