Chapter112

#Chapter112

Blake didn't even bristle. He met my glare head-on. He wasn't the boy who had used to agree with all my dumb ideas and laugh at my lame jokes; He was a man now, and he was so done with my shit.

/"Last night,/" he said. /"I had planned on doing it when we went on holiday in a few months, and I had planned on asking for your blessing, but after last night . . . I thought fuck you./"

/"Yeah,/" Oz piped up with a small glare. /"Fudge you./"

Blake shot him a look. Oz dropped his eyes and didn't meet his boyfriend's gaze.

/"See. You turned my brother against me./"

Three pairs of eyes seemed to shoot me the same identical look in three very different ways.