6
I really should stop letting myself get distracted by men. But the way Remus’ back is rippling under his shirt is more than a little attention grabbing.
“He’s only doing it to protect the two of you,” Remus says.
“What?” I ask, too distracted to have any clue what he’s talking about.
“Bram.”
“Oh.”
“We’re not in a position where it’s safe for either of you to accept how you feel.”
“You mean like you and your spiel back there?” I smirk. I’m not mad about it. I’m just enjoying the irony of him saying that about Bram and I.
“That’s different. I didn’t used to hate you,” he points out.
“Did Bram ever really hate me?” I tease. “He hated being attracted to me, but not me.” I’m assuming on that front. But I’m not sure until he actually tells me. It seems like a safe bet though.
“You ma
