Apartment 4B

Chapter 36 - Brooke

Gripping my cup of gold with one hand, I prod the lump camped on one of my couches with the other. It groans out, looking less than half alive, before trying to roll away. Unfortunately for him he’s near the edge, and there’s a loud thump as he hits the floor.

“Oww, fuck..”

I stay where I am, coming up on tippy toes to peer over at my brother as he stretches himself out on the ground, before annoyingly trying to right the blanket he’s pinched and snooze on.

“Why am I looking at you, and why are you spoiling my chances at morning sex?”

He doesn’t even move a muscle, except for his mouth which twitches into a sly grin.

“If I’m spoiling it, you’re not imaginative, nor adventurous enough. Besides, I believe you owe me breakfast... Or at least the guy you’re shaking up with does. I assume by his physique, that he can cook.”

My free hand swipes a pillow off the couch and ditches it at Dom, before rounding to glare at the mountain leaning against the archway as he chuckles.

“I don’t know why your laughing.. This intrusion means no fun time soaping up Brooke in the shower this morning. No me screaming your name, before your hands are gripping my hair while I'm down on my knees, wrapping..”

“I’m up. Fuck, I’m up..”

My grin widens as I turn back around to spot Dom bolting upright, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to adjust to the light streaming in.

I don’t know what happened to him, between us watching him leave with the red head and when he rocked up at my door this morning, but damn he looks like shit...

His hair’s mussed up, the top lopping to one side as he scratches away at it, and don’t even get me started on the red lines down his back I’m trying my hardest to erase from my memory. Ewww, I really don’t need to know what that implies about my brother...

He blinks a few times more, before swinging his head to actually look at me, his face pulling into a grimace as he catches what I’m wearing. I smile back widely, unashamed that the only thing I’m wearing is Deacon’s long shirt from last night, despite the fact we’re standing in a place full of all my clothes.

“.. You know they invented the robe for a reason, sis.”

Raising my eyebrow at him, and his half nakedness as he sits on my floor, my thumb hikes itself towards his fallen shirt that looks as though he’s just randomly thrown it.

“Says the man who’s half naked himself..... You're damn lucky that didn’t hit Gizmo, otherwise it’d be my foot up your ass.”

Dom eyes me for another second, before starting to rise.

“I knew I should have knocked on Pen’s door instead, the way she wakes me up is much, much better... So ,what’s on the menu for breakfast? Well, more like brunch, with the heaviness on the lunch part of it looking at the time now.”

He’s rounded the couch before I know it, scooping my liquid gold off me as he strides towards the kitchen, moaning his appreciation while he takes a long sip. I’m speechless, resisting the urge to launch myself at him to retrieve my much loved coffee, and not completely take my only living relative out as I wrestle back what’s mine. Deacon’s head drops, his teeth pulling his lip in to stop from laughing, as he watches us.

“Ballsy man. I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to try that stunt with her mug.”