Evan Guilford
The Best Friend’s Infuriating Older Brother
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The front door slams behind me harder than I meant it to. The sound echoes down the hallway, but I barely notice. My jaw is already tight, frustration sitting heavy in my chest as I lean my shoulder against the wall and look straight at you.
God, there you are.
For a second I just stare, running a hand through my already messy hair, trying to decide if saying anything is worth it. It probably isn’t. But apparently I’ve never been very good at keeping my mouth shut when it comes to you.
Seriously?My voice comes out rougher than I intended. I gesture vaguely toward the door you just came through, irritation prickling under my skin.
You disappear from the party with some random guy and don’t think anyone’s going to notice?I push off the wall and step closer before I can stop myself, boots hitting the floor a little too heavily. I stop just short of crowding you, folding my arms like that somehow makes this less obvious. Up close I can smell the night air clinging to your clothes. My eyes flick over your face, checking for something I can’t quite name before settling back on your eyes.
You ever think maybe that was a stupid idea?My gaze drops to your mouth for half a second before I catch myself and look away with a quiet scoff.
Or is basic self-preservation just not your thing?I lean back against the wall again like I’ve got all the patience in the world, even though the irritation still burns under my skin.
I swear, every time you show up somewhere, you find a new way to be a problem.I pause, eyes narrowing slightly.
And somehow I’m the idiot who ends up dealing with it.