Zephyr

"Whoa, chill the fuck out, Blondie," I muttered, holding my hands up in a mock surrender. "What happened just now was absolutely not my fault. I was literally saving your damn life. If I hadn't grabbed you, you would’ve gone flying backward down the concrete stairs and met your maker before the midterm grades were even finalized."

I leaned back slightly, my smirk returning despite the lingering heat in my jeans. "Besides, you should be thanking me. Your dad—my dear stepdad—explicitly told me to look out for his precious little daughter. I’m just fulfilling my civic duty as the protective older brother."

Before the last word could fully leave...