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๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง:
๐ Brotherโs teammate
๐ Enemies-to-lovers
๐ ASL representation
๐ Accidental marriage
๐ Forced Proximity
๐ Roommates-to-lovers
๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ง:
When I step through the archway to the kitchen, I stop cold. โWhat are you doing here?โ I ask, signing as I speak, fully aware that I sound like a dick, but unable to stop the words from pouring from my mouth and my hands.
Fallon sighs loudly and tucks an errant strand of hair behind her left ear. โWeโve been over this, Ollie. I live here now. Get used to it.โ
Blue chuckles and I want to wipe that stupid smirk off his pretty fucking face. โWeโre making smoothies,โ he says with pride, as though tossing ingredients into a blender is akin to performing open-heart surgery.
I stalk toward the fridge and start pulling out everything Iโll need to make my lunch. I grab a cutting board because I fucking can and because doing so means Blue has to move over a couple inches. Iโm spreading a thin layer of mustard on a thick slice of sourdough bread when I catch sight of what heโs adding to the concoction heโs making.
Without a second thought, I grab the small dish of blueberries and empty it into my palm before tipping my head back to toss a few in.
โThe fuck?โ Blue mutters, scowling as he nabs the empty dish from my hand.
At Fallonโs look of disbelief, I shrug. โYouโre welcome,โ I tell her, pressing the tips of my fingers to my chin before thrusting my hand forward.
In response, she touches her middle finger to her chin, then thrusts it forward in a clear indication that she doesnโt appreciate the favor I was trying to do for her.
โYou hate blueberries,โ I say matter-of-factly before gobbling up the last few berries and returning to the work of making a sandwich.
โI do not hate blueberries,โ she tells me, her eyes blazing.
โSince when?โ I ask. โBecause I distinctly remember you calling them โsour little lie-berriesโ and saying youโd rather eat prunes than choke down a blueberry muffin.โ
โPrunes are actually a really good source of potassium and fiber,โ Blue interjects, but Fallon and I arenโt paying our know-it-all health-nut of a roommate any attention.
โI may have felt that way once,โ Fallon begrudgingly concedes, โbut people can changeโfeelings can change.โ
I hold her gaze. โPeople can change, huh? I didnโt know you were aware of that fact,โ I say, knowing full well that Iโm letting my frustration get the better of me.
Fallon doesnโt even blink. Sheโs got balls of steel and a spine to match. โOf course, people can change, Ollie,โ she says, her hands moving swiftly as the words leave her mouth. โBut that doesnโt always mean that they do.โ
The words hang heavily in the air between us until Blue clears his throat and brings us back to the here and now.
โIโm just gonna make my smoothie and go,โ he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
โMake it quick,โ I say.
โYou donโt need to leave,โ Fallon insists.
Blue laughs again, so I spare him a glance. โBelieve it or not, Iโve got better things to do than stand here catching strays,โ he says, before pressing the button on his blender.
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โWhatโs a pretty little thing like you doinโ in a bar like this?โ I cock a brow, trying not to laugh as Casey slides onto the bar stool next to me.
I usually drink at the clubhouse, or at my club brothersโ bar, Whiskey Straight, but tonight I stopped in at the Whiskey Bar and Grill to pick up some food. Iโm nursing a beer while I wait.
She gives me a side eye. โReally, Pipes?โ
I snort. โGot you talkinโ, didnโt it?โ
I donโt need to look at her to know she just gave me an eye roll. I can see it a mile away.
โThe world makes sense again.โ
Every time I see this chick, my heart does this flutter thing. I also have a similar feeling in the pit of my stomach, and Iโve no idea what it means. Just the very sight of her, as if her sweet, floral perfume isnโt enough. Her golden blonde hair is halfway between her chin and her shoulders. She usually wears it tucked behind her ears, and occasionally in a short ponytail. Casey isnโt just pretty, sheโs a natural beauty. She rarely wears makeup, she doesnโt need it. Her skin is pale in winter, tan in summer, with a smattering of cute freckles across her cheeks and the bluest eyes Iโve ever seen. Her lips are cherry red and succulent. I imagine biting down on her bottom lip and stifle a groan.
Her utility belt does things to me. As does her shockingly hot, dark blue paramedic uniform. She wears it with a vest over the top. It shouldnโt work, but it does because every time I see her dressed like this, I want to strip her naked.
My dick hardens and I clear my throat, trying to keep my thoughts north of the border. โYou look like you need a drink. Rough day?โ
She sighs. โYou could say that.โ
โVodka soda?โ
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