My Brother’s Best Friends
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August pressed a kiss to the top of my head and let one of his hands rest on my ass. “Perfect.”
I smiled into his chest and sighed. “Can anyone reach my ice cream?”
Theo grunted. “You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”
“You’re drunk. You go to sleep.”
“Okay.”
I felt Charlie shift, and a second later, a shirt was pulled over my back. I found his hand and interlaced our fingers, happy and satisfied. “Nighty night.”
I got three muffled goodnights back and finally gave in to the drunken exhaustion myself.