Arsehole.
“I’m sorry about all that shit. About keeping her from you.”
His eyes find mine. He’s pissed, I can see that on every inch of him, but he also understands.
Hell, he’s the only one who comes close to having any idea how I feel right now.
“I know. I get it, T. I really do. You want to protect her. But you can’t always have it your way. I know that must be a tough pill to swallow.”
“You make me sound like a right entitled brat,” I scoff, and Seb’s brow lifts as if to say ‘yeah, and?’. “Fuck. That wasn’t what it was about. Well, not entirely.”
“We’ll be fine, man. Don’t sweat it. I just want to make sure all our girls are safe.”
“I wish she was still here.”
“So you could keep her to yourself.”
“So I can protect her. No one can get her here. Can we say the same about D’s house?” I ask, knowing for a fact that we can’t, because I’ve let myself into her room more times than I can count.
“You trying to tell me you’ve not got tabs on that place?” Seb asks with a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Mine part to respond, to lie, but I quickly swallow down the words.
“You’re so fucking predictable at times, bro. She got any idea you watch her?”
“Of fucking course not. You think I’d still be able to if she knew?”
“She’s going to flip her lid when she finds out.”
“You gonna tell her?”
He pauses for a moment, thinking over his options.
“No. I want her safe. And you need to take a fucking chill pill, so if you get your rocks off watching her then I guess we’re all winning.”
“Maybe I should allow her the same privilege so she can see me getting my rocks off.”
“Bro, I don’t want to know about your kinky shit with my cousin.”
“Because I was just begging to know all yours with Stella?” I ask incredulously.
“You loved that shit and you know it. I saw how many tubs of Vaseline you got through after she moved in.”
“Fuck you, man,” I spit out, but whatever Seb’s comeback was going to be is cut off when my tablet lights up on the table with an alert from my app telling me that the camera has been activated. “I guess that’s the girls. I wonder how much they talk about us when we’re not there,” I say, partly as a joke. Although, I can’t deny that I’m pretty damn curious.
Seb stares at the screen as if he’s actually considering it.
“Bro, I’m joking. I don’t invade her privacy that badly. I just like to watch her get herself off before she goes to sleep.”
“You’re fucked up,” Seb barks out, standing from the sofa and marching toward the kitchen for another beer.
“Takes one to know one,” I call out. “Order food while you’re up.”
“So you can rub one out while you hog the girls? No fucking chance.”
“I’m not watching. Look.” I wait for him to turn around before I make a show of turning my tablet off.
I can reactivate my stalker mode later.