Blake looked at his little brother, the word Liv still reverberating in the silence. Surprise mixed with a faint, instinctive surge of jealousy—a proprietary, territorial feeling he had to quickly crush. Liv was his. But this was his brother, not some random dude trying to get her attention.
Blake softened his expression and let out a light, forced chuckle. “Is that right?”
Travis nodded slowly, his eyes still wary. “A little. Like, I think she’s pretty, and she… she has a nice ass. But you’re into her, and… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m completely attracted to her in a way where I want to do anything.”
Blake relaxed. The attraction was purely aesthetic, not the deep, soul-consuming desire he felt for her.
“Yeah,” Blake agreed, a smirk touching his lips. “She does have a nice ass.” H
