Free Chloe by Michelle Horst Page B

backyard. 
    I can hear the music fade as we walk out the sliding glass door and onto the crowded porch. I’m immediately regretting my decision to be alone with him because I have no clue what to do or where to go. I haven’t had a real conversation with him in years.
    Before things get really awkward I look around for a quiet, secluded place. On the other side of the pool, I notice a wooden swing so I start in that direction. I’m only vaguely aware of him following me, because I’m distracted by a commotion at the pool. 
    Hayes and Talon have made themselves comfortable by stripping down to just their boxer briefs and jumping into the pool. I stop to take in Hayes as he pulls himself up from the side of the pool not bothering to use the ladder. He is about five foot ten and slender, but you can tell by the way his arms and back flex that he works out often. 
    Greyson clears his throat before asking, “Are you really eye fucking my younger brother?”
    I don’t miss the hint of hurt in his voice. I’m not sure why he would be jealous of Hayes, when in my opinion no one even comes close to him.
    I decide to just ignore his comment, since denying that I was ogling his brother would just be a lie and I try really hard not to lie. Plus, any female and maybe even some males, will tell you not looking at any of Blevins brothers shirtless would be a sin. 
    I carefully tread through the grass in my heels, the last thing I need right now is to bust my ass. Once I reach the swing I sit very carefully on it, holding my dress down in the process.  Greyson sits with ease on the other end then turns slightly toward me before placing his right ankle on top of his left knee.
    The way I’m sitting is uncomfortable, so I cross my right leg over my left and turn as much as I can to face him. I watch as those fascinating green eyes take in my black peep toe heels and work their way up my thin, long legs. My heart starts racing when his gaze reaches my breasts. I don’t have the biggest breasts but what I do have is pushed up to show a decent amount of cleavage. Greyson shifts where he is sitting and it causes the bench to move slightly.
    “So, um, what did you need to talk about?” I ask nervously.
    “I really just wanted to get you away from that fuck stick, but now that I have you alone I want to know how you’ve been doing?”
    “I’ve been alright I guess. What about you and your family?” I ask while turning my head to look at him, hoping he can see the plea in my eyes not to press me for more. 
    Greyson and Jes are the only two people that I’ve told about my past.
    He looks concerned, but continues anyway.
    “Pretty good. I’ll be going to the University of Florida in the next week or so. Thomas is doing great at college and will be going for his bachelor’s, then he will apply to medical school.”
    I can’t help the smile that forms on my face. I’m so proud of Thomas. I bet he will be just as successful as their father – who is an Orthopedic Surgeon.   
    “I’m not really sure you need me to tell you how Hayes has been.”
    I laugh. “I think he has gotten worse.”
    “You have no idea. Try living with the asshole.”
    I instantly think of his mom who I know is in her last trimester. I wonder how she deals with pregnancy, a husband and three Blevins boys. She is like Wonder Woman.
    “How’s your mom?”
    His face lights up with love and those panty-dropping dimples appear.
    “She’s amazing, actually! Moxley is due in September, hopefully on my nineteenth birthday. She is an unexpected surprise, but a very welcome one. Mox will be the most protected, precious and doted on little girl in the world.”
    He has always been amazing with kids and just hearing him talk about his unborn baby sister melts my heart.
    “Where are you going to college?” he asks.
    “I’m going to UF as well. I received enough in scholarships that I won’t have to pay for my tuition or my dorm room.”
    We hear a lot