Epilogue
“Stop eye-f*****g my brother.”
Marcus shifts on the cold bench of the bleachers and turns towards Jackson, who is sitting beside him bundled in a heavy peacoat, two scarves, and a hat pulled low over his ears. Marcus smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Such gratuitous use of profanity. I’m disappointed in you.”
Jackson rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. If anything’s worthy of gratuitous profanity, it’s the two of you and your disgusting displays of affection.”
“We’re not anywhere near each other,” Marcus protests.
“Regardless,” Jackson says in a harassed tone, “you keep smirking at him, and he keeps doing those obscene stretches that are making you blush.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Marcus lies. He knows full well that his eyes have been locked on Sebastian ever since he took the f
