#Chapter33-03
Blake didn't even bristle. He met my glare head-on. He wasn't the boy who had used to agree with all my dumb ideas and laugh at my lame jokes; He was a man now, and he was so done with my s**t.
"Last night," he said. "I had planned on doing it when we went on holiday in a few months, and I had planned on asking for your blessing, but after last night . . . I thought f**k you."
"Yeah," Oz piped up with a small glare. "Fudge you."
Blake shot him a look. Oz dropped his eyes and didn't meet his boyfriend's gaze.
"See. You turned my brother against me."
Three pairs of eyes seemed to shoot me the same identical look in three very different ways.
"I'm not against you, Eyes," Oz whispered. His lower lip trembled; in a cruel world, he was the gentleness that struggled to surviv
