Blake didn't even bristle. He met my glare head-on. He wasn't the boy who had used to agree with all my dumb ideas and laugh at my lame jokes; He was a man now, and he was so done with my shit.

"Last night," he said. "I had planned on doing it when we went on holiday in a few months, and I had planned on asking for your blessing, but after last night . . . I thought fuck you."

"Yeah," Oz piped up with a small glare. "Fudge you."

Blake shot him a look. Oz dropped his eyes and didn't meet his boyfriend's gaze.

"See. You turned my...