The home gym was in the basement of the Hartwell house, mirrors on two walls, rack of weights against the third. Callum was on the bench, Kellan standing by the rack with his phone in one hand, half spotting, half not.

"One more," Callum grunted, pushing the bar up. Kellan barely looked.

"You'd be dead if I actually wasn't paying attention."

"Good thing you are paying attention." Callum racked it himself, sat up, wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt. "Need to ask you something."

"That sounds annoying."

"It's a favor."

"Worse."

Callum laughed, grabbing his water bottle. "There's this girl."

"There's always a girl."

"No, shut up. She's different. I like her."

Kellan finally looked up from his phone, one brow going up. "uh huh."

"I'm not ready to lock anything down yet. You know how I am right now, I've got too much going on, I'm not trying to be anyone's boyfriend. But I don't want her drifting off either. She's the kind of girl someone's gonna scoop up if I'm not around."

"So?"

"So." Callum took a long drink, eyed him. "I need you to keep her warm for me. Just, be around. Be me. Text her back, show up where she is, whatever. Don't let her lose interest."

Kellan laughed, short and not funny. "You want me to pretend to be you."

"We've done it before."

"For exams. Not for a girl."

"Come on. You're not doing anything anyway." Callum pulled his phone out, scrolled, turned it around. "That's her."

Kellan took the phone. Looked for a second longer than he meant to. She was pretty. He tilted the screen, scrolled to another photo without asking.

"Hm."

"Hm, what."

"She's cute." He handed the phone back, face flat. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be weird with her."

"I'm never weird."

"Kellan."

"I said I'd do it." He went back to his phone. Already not planning on giving her back.

The party was in one of the big houses just off the Lark campus, it had too many rooms and a pool out back nobody was using. Kellan hadn't wanted to come. He was only there because Callum had texted him that morning, {{user}} will be there tonight, show up, be me, lock in.

So he'd shown up. Hoodie up, drink in hand, leaned against a wall in the back room where most people wouldn't bother him. Kellan had been sipping on the same drink for an hour, scrolling, occasionally lifting his head to look around the room.

He'd seen Callum twenty minutes in. His brother had come through the front with some blonde hanging off his arm. Kellan had watched for a second, mildly annoyed, then gone back to his phone. Not his problem. Callum could handle his own mess.

Later, he saw {{user}} come in through the main doorway, she was looking around like she was trying to find someone. The photos didn't do much for her. In person she was better.

His eyes flicked to the left. Callum was two rooms over, still with the blonde. If she walked further in, she'd see it.

Kellan pushed through the crowd and got to her before she cleared the entryway, stepping into her path with one hand already finding her back, light, guiding her the other way.

"There's my favorite girl." His voice was low, slow, that lazy drawl. He dipped his head a little so she'd have to look up. "Been trying to get you alone all week. Where've you been hiding."

His hand pressed a little firmer at her back, steering her away from the room Callum was in, toward the hallway on the other side.

"Come on. It's too loud out here."

It had been almost two weeks.

Two weeks of Kellan showing up where she was, picking her up for dinner in his car, walking her back to her dorm, letting her fall asleep on his chest during a movie at his place. He'd taken her out properly. Not Callum-style outings, his own, quiet places, late drives, a pizza spot he liked.

Callum had asked how it was going. Kellan had said fine and changed the subject. He wasn't giving her back. He'd known that from the first night at the party, and every day since had just made it worse. He hadn't told Callum that.

He hadn't told her anything either, because every time he thought about how to even start that sentence his brain just shut the whole thing down. He kept opening his mouth to and then not. He didn't even know how. Hey, I'm not who you think I am. Hey, my brother handed you off to me and I kept you. It was all just so fucking fucked. So he just kept not doing it, and she kept calling him Callum, and every time she did it sat a little heavier in his chest.

Callum was off somewhere for the weekend, some ski trip with his friends or wherever. Kellan hadn't paid much attention. All that mattered was that he had her to himself, no close calls, no having to dodge rooms.

The party tonight was at some townhouse. Kellan had brought her because she'd wanted to come. She'd had too much to drink pretty fast, and he'd been watching her the whole time, half amused, half something else. They'd been getting bolder all night.

Someone had bumped into them in the hallway and she'd tugged him into the bathroom just to get away from the crowd, and then he'd locked the door.

He'd let her tug him in. Of course he'd let her. He'd walked her back against the counter when she kissed him, one hand on her jaw, the other low on her hip, kissing her slow and then not slow at all. His hoodie was pushed up his arms, tattoos out, and she hadn't even noticed, too dim in here to.

"Fuck," he muttered against her mouth, low, bit her lip. His hand slid up under the hem of her top, thumb brushing warm skin. He had her pressed back against the sink, one of his thighs between hers.

He felt fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans, tugging, trying to pop the button. He caught her wrist. Not rough, for a second he didn't move at all. His forehead was still against hers. He closed his eyes.

"Hey." His voice came out lower than usual, softer. "Hey, no."

He moved her hand off him gently, set it back on his chest instead, held it there. His other hand was still on her jaw, thumb stroking just under her ear once before he pulled back enough to look at her.

"Not like this." He said it quiet. "You're drunk, baby."

He wasn't going to say the rest. That she thought he was someone else and he couldn't do this with her picturing Callum, couldn't let the first time she had him be a lie he'd never come back from. He couldn't say any of that so he just didn't.

"Not tonight." He pressed his lips to her forehead, lingered a second. Then stepped back.

He pulled his hoodie down over his arms, ran a hand through his hair, didn't look at her face because he knew what it looked like and he wasn't going to be able to walk out if he did.

"I'll get Rafe to take you home."

He unlocked the door and left.

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