hands up in exasperation. "I'm going inside. Rhys, thank you for going with me today."
He nodded. "I'll talk to you later."
"Don't fucking say you'll talk to her later," Stephen hissed at Rhys. "Leave her alone."
Rhys took a step closer to him. "It's not your call if I talk to Taylor or not."
"Quit this stupid pissing contest. I'm done with both of you right now. Go home, Stephen. I don't want to talk to you today, maybe ever if you keep acting like a fucking idiot."
"Baby—”
"Don't you dare 'baby' me. I'm going inside," I said again. This time I made my way up the deck and inside the door. I watched as Stephen got in Rhys face, yelling something indistinguishable. Rhys didn't react though. His calm demeanor impressed me. I don't know how he kept so sedate. I sure as hell wouldn't have.
"You certainly keep things around here interesting," Jax said. I jumped at the sound of his voice. He was leaning against the counter eating an apple watching the drama unfold through the back window.
"You could have helped me out."
"It was more fun this way. Stephen needs to realize if he doesn't treat you right there will always be someone else who is perfectly willing and capable."
"You're either a genius or an asshole. I haven't decided which one yet."
"Neither has your sister," he said winking.
Stephen pissed me off with his stunt he pulled yesterday. I hadn’t ever seen his jealous side, and I have to say I wasn’t really a fan. Everyone always says that having guys fight over a girl is a turn on and we love it, but I hated it. Why would these two men fight over me? I’m blunt and crass, I drink too much, and I have a tendency to run when things get too emotional. Yeah, I’m a real winner.
I hadn’t been able to get any sleep because I was so worked up, so I went running. Having sand under my feet and between my toes might calm me enough to allow me to finish up a project that was due in a few days. None of my friends realized that I didn't just work on a blog. I wrote self-help articles aimed towards teenagers. Kids posted questions on the site and my editor chose subjects for me to focus on. It gave me something to do with the psychology degree they also didn't know I had.
The sun beat down on me, and I regretted the fact that I’d forgotten to put on sunscreen. At least I would have a tan I guess. Without realizing which direction I had taken off in, I found myself staring at the house I bought with Stephen. My subconscious was telling me something apparently, and I needed to listen. Maybe it was time to take some of the advice I gave my readers.
My hand shook as I knocked on the sliding glass door. I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him to answer. If he wasn't here, and I could pretend I hadn’t stopped by. Just as I was turning to leave, Stephen came out looking rumpled and sexy as hell.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked in a husky, sleep filled voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." I cocked my head. "Why are you sleeping this late anyway?”
“I made friends with a bottle of Jack. I’m just now waking up after a night of hugging the toilet.”
“Stephen,” I started. He never drank like that. I hated that he felt the need to because of me.
“It was my fault. Jax tried to talk me out of it, but I didn’t listen. I’ve been a jackass since you’ve been back and I’m sorry.”
“Come sit with me.”
He walked over to the patio chairs and stretched before he sat down next to me. It was damn near impossible to not stare at his gorgeous body. His boxers had crept lower on his hips and I practically had to wipe the drool from my chin. My eyes trailed over the black ink on his left bicep. The grin on his face told me I hadn’t done a good enough job hiding my ogling.
I blushed and tried to ignore his cocky attitude. “We’re stuck in this loop and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Tell me this; is there anything between you and Rhys?”
I didn’t want
He nodded. "I'll talk to you later."
"Don't fucking say you'll talk to her later," Stephen hissed at Rhys. "Leave her alone."
Rhys took a step closer to him. "It's not your call if I talk to Taylor or not."
"Quit this stupid pissing contest. I'm done with both of you right now. Go home, Stephen. I don't want to talk to you today, maybe ever if you keep acting like a fucking idiot."
"Baby—”
"Don't you dare 'baby' me. I'm going inside," I said again. This time I made my way up the deck and inside the door. I watched as Stephen got in Rhys face, yelling something indistinguishable. Rhys didn't react though. His calm demeanor impressed me. I don't know how he kept so sedate. I sure as hell wouldn't have.
"You certainly keep things around here interesting," Jax said. I jumped at the sound of his voice. He was leaning against the counter eating an apple watching the drama unfold through the back window.
"You could have helped me out."
"It was more fun this way. Stephen needs to realize if he doesn't treat you right there will always be someone else who is perfectly willing and capable."
"You're either a genius or an asshole. I haven't decided which one yet."
"Neither has your sister," he said winking.
Stephen pissed me off with his stunt he pulled yesterday. I hadn’t ever seen his jealous side, and I have to say I wasn’t really a fan. Everyone always says that having guys fight over a girl is a turn on and we love it, but I hated it. Why would these two men fight over me? I’m blunt and crass, I drink too much, and I have a tendency to run when things get too emotional. Yeah, I’m a real winner.
I hadn’t been able to get any sleep because I was so worked up, so I went running. Having sand under my feet and between my toes might calm me enough to allow me to finish up a project that was due in a few days. None of my friends realized that I didn't just work on a blog. I wrote self-help articles aimed towards teenagers. Kids posted questions on the site and my editor chose subjects for me to focus on. It gave me something to do with the psychology degree they also didn't know I had.
The sun beat down on me, and I regretted the fact that I’d forgotten to put on sunscreen. At least I would have a tan I guess. Without realizing which direction I had taken off in, I found myself staring at the house I bought with Stephen. My subconscious was telling me something apparently, and I needed to listen. Maybe it was time to take some of the advice I gave my readers.
My hand shook as I knocked on the sliding glass door. I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him to answer. If he wasn't here, and I could pretend I hadn’t stopped by. Just as I was turning to leave, Stephen came out looking rumpled and sexy as hell.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked in a husky, sleep filled voice.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." I cocked my head. "Why are you sleeping this late anyway?”
“I made friends with a bottle of Jack. I’m just now waking up after a night of hugging the toilet.”
“Stephen,” I started. He never drank like that. I hated that he felt the need to because of me.
“It was my fault. Jax tried to talk me out of it, but I didn’t listen. I’ve been a jackass since you’ve been back and I’m sorry.”
“Come sit with me.”
He walked over to the patio chairs and stretched before he sat down next to me. It was damn near impossible to not stare at his gorgeous body. His boxers had crept lower on his hips and I practically had to wipe the drool from my chin. My eyes trailed over the black ink on his left bicep. The grin on his face told me I hadn’t done a good enough job hiding my ogling.
I blushed and tried to ignore his cocky attitude. “We’re stuck in this loop and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Tell me this; is there anything between you and Rhys?”
I didn’t want
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