ATTICUS
I barged into Ben's room and was greeted by the sight of him coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his hair dripping wet.
He glanced up, his mouth curling into a smirk.
“Well, well, if it isn’t big brother,” he drawled, clearly amused. “Miss me so much you had to barge in unannounced?” He chuckled, reaching for a shirt with a relaxed ease that grated on my nerves.
His casualness and nonchalance always did that to me.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “I saw you and Hera at the archery grounds.” My voice was sharp, but I did my best to keep it even. “All close and in each other’s space.”
Ben raised an eyebrow, then laughed outrightly.
“Are you… jealous, Atticus?” he taunted, his grin widening. “That’s a first.” He shook his
