APRIL FOOLS'.
(Sorry.)
APRIL FOOLS’ 2026 (CHARLIE & NATE – MM) | APRIL FOOLS’ 2025 (CAIDEN & WINTER – MF) | APRIL FOOLS’ 2024 (JJ & KILLIAN – MM) | APRIL FOOLS’ 2023 (ANDER & ELLIOT – MM) | APRIL FOOLS’ 2022 (WESTON & LENA – MF)
2026 APRIL FOOLS' SCENE
NATE
“I haven’t been in one of those since I was a kid.” Charlie grabbed my hand, tugging me towards the giant inflatable ball pool that had been temporarily set up in Hyde Park for the school summer holidays.
I tugged him back into me, skimming my mouth over his ear. “Liar. You went in that one with Ander and Nic when we did that day trip to Brighton.”
“Wow. Accusing me of being a liar. That’s a bit much coming from a self-professed mugger.”
“I don’t think there was anything self-professed about it,” I said as he wrenched himself out of my hold, darting around a group of kids holding balloons and heading for the same destination as us. Sighing, I jogged around the kids and caught up with him in time to hear him ask the attendant if there was an age limit.
The attendant pointed towards the sign next to the ball pool, and Charlie groaned. “Under twelves only? Seriously?”
I glanced at the attendant as a horde of children stampeded past us, piling into the ball pool with high-pitched shrieks. He smirked at me, and I gave him a warning look before wrapping my arm around my boyfriend’s waist. I dug my phone out of my pocket, quickly googling alternative venues.
Fuck yes. There was an indoor inflatable theme park with adult-only evening sessions, and there were still free slots available for tonight.
I managed to distract Charlie with a hotdog from the food stand, and while he was busy eating, I booked us tickets and made a note of the route we’d need to take to get there. We had about an hour to kill before we needed to leave, and I knew there was one guaranteed way to cheer him up.
“Bike race? First one to the ice cream van by the fountain?”
A bright grin immediately appeared on his face, and my heart stuttered as the realisation struck me all over again. Charlie Brooks was mine. I was so thankful I’d decided to stay in London instead of going to Plymouth. Charlie was the best thing that had ever happened to me, hands-down. Nothing else even came close.
He tilted his head, his green eyes widening. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” I climbed to my feet, gathering up our rubbish and placing it in the nearby bin. A seagull instantly swooped down, grabbing a piece of onion from one of our napkins.
“Like…I dunno.” He stood, rounding the picnic bench to me. Sliding his arms around me, he leaned in to brush a kiss over my lips. “Like the way I was probably looking at the ball pool.”
“Hmm.” I ran my hand down his back and around to his side. Resting my palm on his hip, I slid my mouth over his. “Maybe I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”
“Nate.” He shivered, kissing me harder. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I dipped my hand into the pocket of his shorts, my fingers closing around his phone. Pulling away from him, I smiled. “Come on. Let’s get our bikes.”
“Okay.” He paused, his brows pulling together as his hands went to his pockets. “Shit, Nate—”
“Looking for this?” I backed away with a grin, holding up his phone.
“Nate! You mugging bastard! Give that back!” He lunged at me, but I was prepared for him, spinning on my heel and making a run for it, heading away from the inflatables to the quieter part of the park where we’d left our bikes. Laughing, he raced after me, and I slowed my pace just enough to allow him to catch up.
As we reached the bikes, he tackled me from behind, sending us both sprawling on the grass. He grabbed his phone from my unresisting grip, rolling onto his back and shoving it back in his pocket.
“Caught you,” he said triumphantly.
We grinned at each other, and I shook my head. “I let you catch me.”
“Agree to disagree.”
I lay on my back next to him, stretching my arm out. He immediately curled into my side, dipping his fingers under the hem of my T-shirt to stroke over my abs.
I pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Let’s delay the bike race for a minute. I wanna lay here with you.”
“Mmm. Deal.” Shifting closer, he slid his hand higher, resting his palm on my pec against my heart. His fingers tapped out a rhythm on my skin, matching my heartbeat. “This is nice.”
“My heartbeat?”
“Uh, no. This. You and me in the park on a sunny day.” He raised his head, his eyes meeting mine. “We’ve had some good times here, haven’t we?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck so I could pull him down into a kiss.
We’d had some great times here. And I knew there were even more to come.
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Happy April Fools’ Day.
2025 APRIL FOOLS' SCENE
CAIDEN
“Duck!”
I dropped to the floor, throwing my body behind a stack of crates just in time. A series of deafening bangs rang out, the splintered wood in front of me threatening to give way as the bullets reverberated across the surface. Shaking my head in an attempt to stop the ringing in my ears, I twisted my body and crawled across the forest floor, mud coating my combat trousers and the front of my bullet-proof vest.
Lining up my rifle, I gazed through the scope, scanning the trees for any movement. It was deceptively quiet, and I didn’t fucking like it. They were out there somewhere, ready to annihilate me.
Not today. Not ever.
My girl was counting on me, and I’d never let her down.
“Operation Apocalypto is good to go. Alan, do you read me?”
I put my mouth to my mic. “My name. Is not. Fucking. Alan,” I gritted out.
“We have codenames,” came Cassius’ annoying as fuck voice through my headset.
“Alan? Alan? You do remember that Alan was my dad’s fucking butler?”
“Oh, shit.” He went quiet for a moment. “Sorry, mate. Uh…I’ll call you Al. How about that?”
“No—”
The connection cut out. Fucker. I shook my head, concentrating on my surroundings once again. There. Movement in the trees at the top of the ridge.
Holding my breath, I inched forwards, focusing on the quiver of branches I’d seen through my scope. I paused with my finger curled around the trigger, waiting—
Crack.
A gunshot reverberated around the small clearing between me and the row of trees above. An inhuman snarl filled the air, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. They were right above me. They had to be. I just hoped that sound meant one of them had been taken down by one of my team members. Inching forwards again, I scanned my surroundings for any sign of movement.
Shit. I couldn’t see properly with this fucking mask covering my face.
I pushed up onto my knees—
A twig snapped right behind me.
Fuck.
There was no time to think. I reacted on instinct, spinning and twisting, throwing myself onto my back as I pointed my gun in the direction of the sound, squeezing the trigger again and again, as the creature loomed over me, its claws extending towards my face.
“Not today, fucker!” I continued to pump it full of bullets until it shrieked, dropping to its knees and keeling over.
Dead.
A robotic voice crackled through the hidden speakers, somewhere high in the trees. “Attention, Team Apocalypto. You have eliminated the threat. Please reconvene in the bunker for your mission debrief.”
Staggering to my feet, I tugged off my mask and made my way to the concrete bunker, passing fallen bodies on the way. So many lost…it was fucking senseless. As the team leader, I should have done better. Should have—
Flying out of the bunker entrance, Winter launched herself at me. I dropped my gun and my mask, scooping her up into my arms and burying my face in her hair as I spun her around.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, holding onto my shoulders as she pressed kisses to my head. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I drew back so I could meet her gaze. “Yeah? The whole thing?”
“You. Just you, Cade.” Shaking her head, she laughed. “I feel comfortable with the fact that if there’s an apocalypse, my boyfriend will step up and protect me from all the baddies.”
I slid my mouth across hers, feeling her smile against my lips. “You don’t need protecting. You can hold your own.”
“Mmm, but it’s better when we’re a team. I think it worked well with me as the lookout this time, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did, Snowflake. If you hadn’t told me to duck, I would’ve been dead. Not to mention all the intel you gave us earlier on.” Lowering her to the floor, I kissed the tip of her nose. “We need each other.”
A throat cleared loudly in front of us, and I raised my head to glare at Cassius. He shot me a wide, unapologetic grin. “When you’ve finished whispering sweet nothings to each other, Creed wants our feedback on this whole apocalypse scenario.”
“Yeah, okay.” Wrapping my arm around Winter, I steered us towards the bunker. As we entered, Cassius leaned into me.
“Sorry about the Alan thing.”
“Nah, it’s okay. Don’t even worry about it,” I assured him. “Jessa’s book, yeah?”
He groaned. “Yeah. She’s moved on from fantasy to post-apocalypse romance. ‘Apocalypse Alan’—what the fuck kind of title is that?”
“It’s shit,” I told him. “But you can’t complain because Jessa talking about it led to Creed coming up with this idea for a new spin on his Skirmish paintball sessions.”
I didn’t think it was possible for Cassius to smile any wider, but somehow, he managed it. “My girlfriend is a fucking genius.”
“She is.” Winter held up her hand for a high five, and he wasted no time in reciprocating. “And just so you know, Apocalypse Alan is hot.”
His smile dropped. “I’m hot.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Yes, you are. And Alan is fictional.”
“Can Alan do this?” I growled, gripping her hips and spinning us around so I could press her up against the wall, my hardening dick rubbing up against her. I temporarily released my grip so I could throw my finger up at Cassius, who was laughing behind me.
“Mmm. No.” She curled her fingers around my nape, pulling me into a kiss, and I was instantly lost in my girl. I didn’t give a fuck that my friends were here, or that Creed wanted our feedback—the only thing that was important to me right then was Winter Huntington, the love of my fucking life.
Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end. We wrapped up our analysis of the new apocalypse event, with Creed noting our feedback so he and his team could tweak things before they opened it to the public. When we were done and back in the car park, I eyed Winter from across the top of my Audi R8.
“Want to make a detour on the way home?”
She glanced towards the road, where the sun was already beginning to lower in the sky. “Alstone Castle?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
***
Out on the open road, I smiled. The sea sparkled to our left, the sun dipping towards the horizon, and the ruins of Alstone Castle stood on the clifftops up ahead, silhouetted against the sky. One of my hands held the steering wheel, and the other curled around Winter’s thigh. She smiled in return, sliding her hand over mine.
Life was fucking good.
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Happy April Fools’ Day.
2024 APRIL FOOLS' SCENE
JJ
“What the fuck is that?”
“I think you mean, what the puck?” Ander grinned at me, waving the book in my face. Ignoring my annoying friend, I returned my attention to Sid, carefully placing a selection of salad leaves and cucumber slices in front of him.
“JJ. I said, what the puck.”
“I heard you, but I chose to ignore you.” Spinning around, I tugged the book from my housemate’s grip, my brows rising as I took in the cover. “This makes no sense. Why is there a dinosaur? Why do they have to use the word ‘pucking’? ‘My Pucking Tutor’… I don’t even want to know what Kill would say if he saw this.”
“It’s a play on words because of the ice hockey puck.”
“Yeah, I got that.” Dropping the book on my desk, I grasped the hem of my T-shirt, lifting it over my head. The Uber was due in half an hour, and I hadn’t even started getting ready.
Ander whistled. “A free strip show from Sanctuary’s second-most popular dancer? I’m so pucking lucky.”
“Ander.”
“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands. “I’m going. Can we make a deal before I go, though?”
I should have ignored him, but we both knew I wouldn’t. Sifting through my selection of shorts, I pulled out a midnight blue pair. A smile curved over my lips. The colour perfectly matched Killian’s favourite shirt, and since he was going to be meeting me at Revolve tonight…
“JJ?”
“Sorry. What’s the deal?”
Ander leaned back against the wall, his grin widening. “If you use the word ‘puck’ or ‘pucking’ instead of the proper words while we’re at the club tonight, at least three times when I can hear you, I’ll write Killian a letter—no, an email—telling him what an amazing lecturer he is.”
“I don’t want you getting him involved in this.”
“I mean it, though.” Dropping his smile, he stepped up to me. “Yeah, I know I used to complain about him. A lot. But since you’ve been together, he’s changed, and now he takes the time to explain things to me, and…yeah. He might actually be the best lecturer I’ve ever had.”
My brows flew up. “What? Do you mean that?”
I knew just how amazing Killian was, but I also knew his reputation among the LSU business students. Did they really see what I saw when I looked at him? Warmth filled me as Ander nodded firmly, my mind filled with thoughts of the incredible, hardworking man who I was lucky enough to call mine.
“It’s true. Ask Elliot if you don’t believe me. Yeah, he’s still brusque or whatever, but without that savage assholeness he had before. He’s changed, and he’s good. I mean it.”
Swallowing hard, I held out my hand. How could I ever turn down something like this? The chance for Killian to hear how fucking incredible he was from one of his own students? “It’s a deal.”
***
The lights swept across the crowd of dancing bodies, the music pulsing under my skin.
“Fuck, Joshua. Look at you. Was this why you told me to wear this shirt?” Killian rasped, running his hands down my sides to my hips, pulling me into him.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my back pressing into his chest. “Mmm, yeah. I wanted us to match.”
“I can’t wait to get you home. I’m going to strip you out of these fucking shorts and—”
“JJ. Killian.” Ander appeared in our field of vision, and I felt Killian sigh heavily behind me.
“Don’t forget,” Ander said, before tugging Elliot into his arms. “I want to hear it.”
I glared at him, and he smirked at me. Reminding myself of why I was doing this, I steeled myself. “Oh, puck.” I made sure I enunciated the word clearly, so there was no mistaking it.
“Hmm?” Killian murmured in my ear. In my peripheral vision I saw Ander hold up one finger, but my attention was stolen by my fucking hot doctor, who was now sliding his hands up my torso.
“Kill. Fuck. Puck. Keep doing that,” I gasped, as he ground his erection against my ass, his mouth kissing across my shoulder and onto my throat.
“Two,” Ander called, and I closed my eyes, willing him away. One more. All I needed to do was say it one more time. Then Killian would get what he deserved, and I could relax and enjoy the rest of the night with the man I loved and our friends.
“Joshua? Is there something you want to tell me?”
No. The last thing I wanted was Killian getting suspicious.
“Why the—” Spit the word out, JJ. “—puck would there be something I wanted to tell you?”
Ignoring Ander’s triumphant “Three!” I spun around to face Killian, wrapping my arms around him and sliding my lips across his. He groaned low in his throat, palming my ass through my shorts, his mouth opening for mine, his body hot and hard against me.
“Let’s—”
“Go,” he finished, releasing me to take my hand, leading me down to the lower level and the darkened corridors and hidden corners where we could be alone at last. Finding a free space, so dark I could barely make out his face, he yanked me into his body, getting one hand around my throat as the other wrapped around my cock. The bass pounded around us, covering the sound of my moans as he took me apart with his hands and then his mouth.
After I’d got down on my knees from him and made him see stars, he led me back up to the club’s main level and onto the dance floor. Instead of dancing, he simply held me in his arms, placing soft kisses over my face, so gentle and careful, like I was something so precious.
Burying my head in his throat, I kissed his warm skin. I trembled, so overwhelmed by the depth of feelings I had for this man. “Kill.”
His hand slid into my hair, gently tugging my head back so our eyes could meet. Everything I was feeling was reflected in his gaze. Dipping his head to my ear, he murmured, “I know, my sunshine.”
A new hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to see Ander smiling at me.
“I wanted to let you know I would’ve written the email either way,” he said.
My own smile stretched across my face as I took in the sincerity in his voice. Letting go of Killian, I threw my arms around my housemate. “Thank you. You don’t know how much it’ll mean to him.”
He shot me a quick, nervous grin, disentangling himself from me, and Killian moved in to slip his arm around my waist, eyeing Ander with raised brows.
Glancing at Killian, Ander took a deep breath, and then spoke again.
“Dr. Wilder. You’re a pucking amazing teacher.”
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Happy April Fools’ Day.
2023 APRIL FOOLS' SCENE
ELLIOT
“No.”
“Please? For me?” Ander widened his eyes, clasping his hands together as he stared at me hopefully. I glared at him, and he grinned. He knew I was incapable of saying no when he begged.
“Why do you want me to wear it?”
He shrugged. “Because you’ll look hot in it.”
Eyeing the item in question doubtfully, I shook my head. “Ace, I don’t even think you could make a hotdog costume look hot. And honestly, if you think that’s hot, I’m worried for you.” Turning back to him, I placed my hand on his forehead. “Hmm. No temperature.”
Batting my hand away, he pulled me in for a kiss. “I’m only fucking with you, E. I don’t have a hotdog fetish—” He paused, tapping his lip thoughtfully. “—unless it’s this hotdog…”
When his hand began sneaking down to my belt, I grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “We’re in public. Save it for later,” I hissed, trying and failing to fight my smile. At least we were in a quiet part of the joke-slash-costume shop. In fact, there didn’t appear to be anyone else around. I grimaced as I glanced at a mayonnaise bottle costume with suspicious looking white drips trailing down from the “lid.” Guess no one else wanted to buy food-related outfits today, either.
“Come on. Let’s go this way.” Ander began heading down a long aisle with purpose, as if he knew exactly where he was heading. I stayed where I was for a minute, just appreciating the view of my boyfriend walking away.
He turned his head, his mouth curving into a smirk as he clearly read what was written all over my face. I held up my hand to stop him speaking, jogging over to him and planting a kiss right on his smirking lips. A kiss that turned into him backing me into a shelf, something digging into my back uncomfortably, but I was much more interested in the way his mouth was moving against mine.
When we drew apart, both of us were a little out of breath. “I love you,” he murmured against my lips.
“I love you, too.” Pressing another kiss to his lips, I stroked my hands down his back, loving the feel of his muscles shifting under my palms. “Let’s hurry up and choose something, because I want to get home and—”
Whatever was digging into my back suddenly slid forwards. I jumped away just in time to avoid a small tsunami of medieval-related paraphernalia, including a large broadsword in a leather sheath, several breastplates of different sizes, and one of those jousting helmets with slits for the eye holes.
“We were never here,” I whispered, and then ran for it, followed by the sound of Ander’s laughter. Turning to the left, I came to a stop in a small open space with racks of what appeared to be animal costumes, and a set of changing rooms and a mirror at the far side.
Ander rushed past me to the racks and began shuffling through them. He gasped, spinning back around to me. “I’ve had the best fucking idea for our costumes. Wait here. Don’t move.”
When he returned, I’d taken a seat on the carpeted floor, leaning back against the wall with my legs stretched out in front of me. I raised a brow at the overflowing basket he’d procured from somewhere. “What’s all this?”
Instead of replying, he went back to the rack, pulling out a costume that I couldn’t see because he was in the way. When he’d placed it in the basket with the other items, he came back to me, sinking to the floor in front of me. “There was a book…” he began.
“What kind of a book?” There was something in his tone that made me instantly suspicious.
“Uh, you know Dee?”
“Do I know my cousin, Dee?”
He grinned. “You know what she’s like. She said she was gonna send me something, and then I got an Amazon delivery with this book. I knew straight away that she was winding me up because of the cover, and the gift note said that since we liked dressing up, maybe we’d appreciate it.”
“What the fuck! Is she never going to let me live that down? That costume was your fault.” We’d been around fourteen years old, and a game of truth or dare with our friends had spiralled…and the end result was, I’d had to wear a ridiculous mad scientist outfit for a whole weekend and try to convince my family that I wanted to become a physicist. Out of nowhere. Even worse, there was a family party on the Saturday, so I’d turned up in a lab coat, round glasses, and with my hair sticking out everywhere. Dee had taken one look at me and had laughed so hard she cried.
“It wasn’t my fault. I had to wear that Wolverine outfit. I don’t even know what that was about.”
“Yeah, okay, that part wasn’t your fault, but you were the one to suggest the mad scientist idea, and then everyone else got ideas, and the dares got out of hand. So what was the book?” Knowing Dee’s sense of humour, I wasn’t sure I even wanted to guess. “Scientist and superhero?”
“Not exactly.” He rummaged around in the basket and pulled out a bow tie and a pair of rectangular, black-framed glasses. Shuffling forwards, he handed me the bow tie and placed the glasses carefully on my face. “You’re the cute, nerdy one.”
“Am I?” I raised a brow again, and then dug out my phone from my pocket, flicking on the selfie camera. “Oh, I like these. They’re nice.”
“Yeah. You look cute.” Placing his arms on either side of me, he angled his head to press a kiss to the tip of my nose. “My cute, sexy student.”
“Your what now?”
“And I…” He paused dramatically, before climbing to his feet. “I am your hot but nerdy professor, with a ssssecret you need to discover.”
“Okay…”
“Wait. I need to put on the costume.” Dipping back down to the basket, he pulled out another pair of black framed glasses. Once he’d put them on, he proceeded to add to his ensemble with a brown jacket, complete with elbow patches, and a lanyard that said “VIP Access,” for some reason.
“What’s the name of the book?” I asked, just as he was lifting the final item from the basket.
“Uhhh. Pythonagoras.”
“Do you mean Pythagoras?”
“Nope. Pythonagoras. See? The hot professor is secretly this.” When he turned around, he was brandishing a—
“Is that a snake costume?”
“Yep. He’s a python shifter. Now I just have to work out how to get into this thing.”
Before I could reply with something that didn’t involve the words “what the fuck,” he was lying on the floor, wriggling his legs around and doing an unintentional version of the worm as he attempted to pull the snake outfit up his legs. He looked so ridiculous that I couldn’t have stopped my laughter even if I’d tried.
“I have to video this for JJ,” I wheezed, blinking away the tears in my eyes as I curled forwards. My stomach hurt from laughing. “Fuck, Ander. You’re insane, and I love you so much.”
Instantly, he stopped moving, and pointed straight at me, his eyes shining. “That,” he said. “That’s why I’m doing this. Because I love you so fucking much, and I want to make you smile every single day.”
There was only one way I could respond. I lunged forwards, throwing myself at him, and kissed him.
And when we got home, he showed me his very own python.
😝
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Happy April Fools’.
2022 April Fools scene
“Alpha.” The trembling man next to me bowed low in greeting, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to suppress a snort of laughter as I eyed the male in front of me.
So, this was him.
The almighty alpha. Leader of the wolf shifter pack.
He cut an imposing figure, even here in his kitchen, with his powerful body covered by an apron. Barely sparing the posturing man a glance, he raised a sardonic brow in my direction.
“Can I help you?”
His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder, soft yet full of power.
“I don’t know. Can you?” I raised an eyebrow in return, and the corner of his lip kicked up in amusement. We both ignored the gasp of shock from the bowing man.
“Tell me why you’ve entered my kitchen.”
“Why does anyone enter a kitchen? To get food, of course.”
Planting his hands on the counter in front of him, his nostrils flared as his eyes flashed with sudden fire. “You dare to enter the sacred kitchen of the alpha? Leader of the wolf shifters? Don’t you know how my name is revered around here, puny human?”
“Puny human,” I said flatly. “Really.”
Ignoring my comment, he picked up the frying pan from the kitchen island and placed it on one of the hobs on the large stove. “Hand me the bacon, wench.”
“Hey—wait a minute! You can’t call me—”
The door swung open, smacking against the wall with a bang, and Cassius burst into the room, naked other than his Warning: Concealed Sausage apron. Why? Why couldn’t he just wear clothes like a normal person for once? Even the burn incident hadn’t scared him.
His gaze darted between us, his eyes narrowing. “What are you two doing? I’m supposed to be cooking the bacon, not you.”
“Uh…” I cleared my throat, stealing a glance at Weston, whose cheeks were flushed red. “Nothing.”
“Oh.” Cassius’ face cleared. “Oh. This is that werewolf chef roleplay thing, right? From that Panhandled by the Alpha book?”
There was a pointed cough from the floor, and Weston’s friend Rumi rose to his feet, looking everywhere but at us.
“Fuck off, Cass.” Weston glared at him. “Blame your girlfriend, she gave Lena the idea.”
He sighed heavily. “I can’t help what she reads. I tried to steer her in a different direction, but if a book doesn’t mention fantasy creatures with moist petals and pulsating members, she doesn’t wanna know.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard you reading her books aloud. Frequently.” Folding his arms across his chest, Weston rolled his eyes at his best mate.
“Wait!” Cassius suddenly shouted, making us all jump as he stabbed a finger in Rumi’s direction. His face took on a green tinge, and he made an exaggerated retching sound in the back of his throat. “How did you get involved? Please don’t tell me this is some weird sex—”
“Let me stop you right there.” Darting across the kitchen, I clapped my hand over my brother’s mouth.
“I didn’t mean to get involved,” Rumi protested, throwing his hands up. “I only came here to borrow a hard drive from West so I could do some penetration testing!”
Cassius’ eyes widened, while my boyfriend lost it, laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes.
It wasn’t even remotely funny. It was embarrassing as fuck, to be honest. Why had I let West talk me into this again? Oh, yeah, because he was convinced that I was some kind of Twilight superfan, thanks to my brother’s blatant lies about me being obsessed with Edward Cullen when I was younger. Edward Cullen wasn’t even a shifter, for fuck’s sake.
Anyway, after today’s disaster, I could say with 100 percent confidence that we would not be roleplaying as a bloody shifter and a puny human ever again.
At least, not when anyone else was around.
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Happy April Fools’ Day.