I could already tell that Demetrius Kane and Matthias Kane were like night and day. On one hand, Demetrius was more open with his emotions. I mean, the man went ahead and cuddled me when I didn’t even have to ask it. Meanwhile, Matthias was closed off, or I should say that was the mask he enjoyed wearing. I couldn’t help but think that he must have been a great poker player. I also found it odd, the brothers are so different, and it made me wonder what kind of struggle each one had to shape them into who they were.
As I lay there, facing Demetrius, looking into Demetrius’ emerald green eyes, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “I think you still owe me an explanation.”
He sighed, “I think you kinda got the gist of it.”
I shook my head, “I would like to hear it from your point of view, plea
