Disloyalty

- His & Mine -

The morning came too soon, and the house felt heavier than the snow piled outside the windows. I trudged downstairs, my footsteps soft against the wooden steps, but my heart pounded louder than it should have.

The dining table was already set—croissants, scrambled eggs, fruit, and coffee spread out in an almost mocking display of normalcy. Charlotte and a few others were seated, chatting easily. Andrew was nowhere to be seen yet, which made it easier to breathe.

I slipped into a chair, grabbing a cup of coffee, hoping its warmth would wake me up or at least keep my hands steady.

Moments later, Andrew appeared.

He moved through the room with his usual quiet confidence, but something in his posture was different—tighter, like he was carrying the events of last night in the set of his shoulders. He met my eyes briefly, and it felt like the air was sucked out of the room.

"Morning," he said casually, pouring himself a cup of coffee

I swallowed hard. "Morning."

Charlotte glanced between us, her brow furrowed. "Okay, why is everyone acting so weird? Did something happen last night?"

"No," Andrew and I said at the same time, our voices overlapping.

She arched an eyebrow but didn't press, thankfully.

I focused on my plate, though I couldn't taste a thing. Every movement felt magnified—the scrape of a fork, the clink of a coffee cup. I stole glances at Andrew when I thought no one was looking.

After breakfast, I excused myself to clean up in the kitchen. The others wandered off to get ready for the day, leaving the house quieter, almost peaceful.

I was rinsing plates when I felt him behind me.

Andrew.

I didn't turn around, but I could feel him there, his presence impossible to ignore.

"can we talk later" he asked, his voice low.

I shut off the faucet and turned slowly, the damp plate still in my hands. "yeah"

His lips pressed into a thin line, and he stepped closer. "meet me in my room later"

The thought of us two in a room together made my chest tighten. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't speak.

I watched him go back up the stairs and hear the door shut.

I still don't know what happened last night but none of us were thinking straight, an emphasis on me, kissing both brothers in one day is psychotic.

After finishing washing up and heading to my room to shower I get ready putting my ski gear on and looking at myself in the mirror briefly thinking to myself about the absurdity of everything.

I muster up the courage and head to Andrews room at the other end of the corridor and knock on the door.

I stand there for a second, the nevers building from the anticipation.

he finally opened the door and he was there ready in his ski gear he gestured for me to come inside and made sure no one saw then shut the door

I looked around his room, everything was neat, placed and folded and the bed was made. shit if he went into my room he would have a heart attack there's shit all over the place.

About last night," he started, his voice soft but serious.

"I—it's fine," I said quickly, cutting him off. "we were both a bit stressed its fine."