Gilbert appeared and served me the same crepes. Chicken with asparagus with a creamy sauce on top. A white mug was placed there so I could fill it with coffee. Everything else on the table was communal, so I could grab anything I wanted.

She drank her coffee again. Took a few bites. Looked out to the gardens of perfectly manicured rosebushes and trees. She looked like she belonged here, like she was born here, like this was her fate.

Her mood was cold, like she didn’t want to spend her morning with me but wasn’t angry enough to ask me to leave.

Or maybe she just knew it was pointless to try.

I ate everything on my plate then had a few pieces of fruit. Sips of coffee happened in between. My fingers rubbed the scruff along my jaw as I repeatedly took in her appearance. My morning should be spent in the gym, but all I wanted to do was see her right away. “I thought we were past this.”

She turned her chin to look at me, her blue eyes turning a bit sharp. “You called my sister a swine. No, we aren’t past this.”

“We seemed to be fine last night…” I gave her a slight smile. All she’d had to do was tell me to stop, and it would have been over. But she didn’t. Not once. She got on top of me and bounced on my dick while I gripped her tits.

Her eyes sharpened even further to points of daggers. “It’s not funny.”

“Didn’t laugh. I gloated.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away. “I don’t understand how you can say you love me and then talk about someone I love that way. How would you feel if I said Magnus was hideous?”

“I’ve always been the better-looking one. No surprise there.”

“What if I said I hated him—”

“I hate him most of the time too.”

She shook her head, releasing a sigh of irritation.

I’d done worse things, so I didn’t understand why she was so hung up on this. They were just words. Insults. Nothing more. “Chérie.”

She slowly turned back to me.

“Tell me.”

She brought her mug closer then looked down into the fair liquid, coffee loaded with cream and sugar. “I know it bothers her…”

My arms rested on the armrests, and my hands came together over my lap, just listening.

“She’d like a boy, but the boy would like me. We’d go out as adults, and if there were two guys, they would fight over me instead of one pairing up with her. She was seeing this guy for a while, and when she introduced him to me, it got weird…and he’d hit on me when she wasn’t around.”

No surprise there.