when blue’s mom had asked her to fetch some paperwork from the study slash guest room slash storage room, your mom had volunteered you to help almost as though to prove that her sons are at least as useful as any sargent daughter. which isn’t quite true; while matthew will do anything anyone tells him to, ronan is chore-averse, particularly when it comes to helping with the upcoming wedding. he’s opposed for the same reason you support it: maura sargent isn’t your father. this is a good thing. she’s raised blue to adulthood without scarring her for life; and she seems to rarely leave town, which means mom will never be lonely, and you’ll never be dragged across state borders with maura’s business associates trying to shoot out your back tires. in fact, the only potential issue in this whole engagement is blue. the two of you get on well a little too well, which must be the reason why you’re trapped in here together. fate is punishing you for noticing that the strap of her short frills-and-fishnets dress has slipped, exposing a smooth brown shoulder. you resist the urge to fix it for her as she tries the lock yet again. but it’s jammed shut, almost as if someone’s done it deliberately. ‘ whole house of psychics, and none of them predicted this ? ’
your elbow finds a space between his ribs to diginto . it’s all bare skin on skin , a pleasant reminder of the previous night . “shut up . ” but you don’t have real heat to your tone , not like the kind still warming your stomach , his eyes . “ this isn’t going to turn into ego - stroking pillowtalk . don’t even think about it . ”
you mime locking your lips, throwing away the key, a knowing smile replacing your words as she speaks. when she’s done, you curl a lock of her hair around your finger. tug, like a schoolboy teasing his crush on the playground. ‘ i’m just trying to work out if you want to do this again sometime, ’ you say. gaze travels down between you, over her chest and lower. ‘ or now. whenever. ’
