As I headed into Brooklyn's bathroom to change, I realized how gorgeous that chica actually was. Shaking my thoughts away, I quickly stripped and changed into the clothes he gave me, but kept the shirt off because it was too tight.
10 minutes later, I headed downstairs and through the archway to the stainless steel kitchen, and stopped. hermosa was standing there in her short dress, drinking out of a mug.
"Hola chica," I said softly.
Her eyes widened as she took me in and I smirked. Brooklyn's lips parted as she glanced at my abs and I slid my hand under my waistband to adjust myself, her eyes following my movement, and staying glued to my bulge. Before I could say anything, I heard a door burst open and in walked none other than Nate Logan. His eyes widened and instinctively I moved to Brook and wrapped my arm around my waist.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he spat. I raised my eyebrows at Brook quickly before turning to Nate.
"I'm her boyfriend, amigo, what are you doing here?" I asked. Brooklyn coughed and I squeezed her side gently. Nate narrowed his eyes and looked at Brook.
"What are you doing with a bitch like him. Don't you know that he's in a..." he stopped when he saw my glare.
Enemies or not, he knew the price he'd have to pay if he said anything. With a deep sigh he swallowed hard.
"Look, Baby, I came to apologize. I want you back," he said looking at Brooklyn.
My arm tightened around her waist and she looked at me. I saw the tears in her eyes and for once in my life, I didn't know what to do. So I turned to Nate.
"Look, I don't know what's going on but I think it would be best if you left me and hermosa alone,"
I said slowly. Nate growled and took a step towards Brooklyn. Instinctively, I stepped in front of her and crossed my arms.
"I'm not messing with you chico." I said narrowing my eyes.
"This isn't over," Nate said before turning around and stomping away.
As soon as I heard the double doors slam shut, I turned to Brooklyn, and our eyes locked.
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Finding Home
RomanceI loved him, right? I was pretty sure I did, because who else made my heart pound just by smiling at me? Who made a million butterflies take flight when he kissed me? And more importantly, who else's brother was my best friend?
