Blake sat heavily on the floor outside Liv’s closed door, his head resting against the rough drywall. He didn't hear a sound from inside—no movement, no talking, no laughter, no kissing. The silence was deafening, and he couldn't tell if it meant things were going well, or if Travis was paralyzed by fear. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt, a cold, violent rhythm against his ribs.
He clenched his jaw until his teeth ached. He loved his brother with all his heart, and he knew he would walk through fire for him. But the primal, possessive urge to storm the room, pull his brother away, and claim Liv as his exclusive property was almost unbearable. He was fighting the urge to shatter the whole fragile operation. Friends with benefits. The lie had never felt more flimsy or more cruel.
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