“Keep lying to yourself,” I call as I increase my strides to catch up to them, looping my arm through hers before turning to look at him. “She’ll break through it all eventually.”
Cyrus ignores me, and after we get in the car, he’s silent all the way home until we go to get out and Blair leans in and kisses him unashamedly. “Thank you,” she purrs before strolling into the house. A shocked Cyrus gapes after her while Asher and I just grin.
“What was that again, brother?” I tease as he turns to us and glares.
“Get inside,” he mutters. “And get some sleep.”
Laughing, I head towards the house, shedding my shirt as I go. “Oh, I plan to, right after I have a quick date with my hand while I remember the way our stepsister screamed for you.”
I ignore his swearing as I chase Blair upstairs, her laughter echoing through the once empty house, filling it in the way only she can.
Home.
It’s finally a home, not a house.