Dorian DeLoughrey
“Why are you naked?”
He almost sarcastically chuckled as he took out his AirPods, ready to go on about how this was his room and how he had the right to do whatever he wanted in his own house. The house she didn’t visit for four years and was now practically unwanted - well, at least in his room and his opinion. Which wouldn’t be supported by the rest of his family but he could try. Instead, she started laughing and was the first one to continue talking making him close his eyes for a second to calm down and not overreact right away. It was hard for him but luckily, in a way, she said something that really made him not want to say anything.
Opening his eyes to meet hears, the angry expression he had on his face just seconds ago fell and was replaced with a relaxed one. Sad one actually, but she probably wouldn’t be able to tell that because he was quite good at hiding it. Years of practice. And he just realized what happened. He wasn’t dumb, he can notice stuff and… the mess in the kitchen, her thinking it was Dylan’s room could only mean one thing. They were together, they were sleeping together, something was happening and he didn’t know what. Dorian knew about the royal wedding they went to together. It was quite funny to him when he heard it from his mother and he just couldn’t understand it. Why him? How can someone be so… so insensitive. Taking Dylan as her date and never, ever reaching out to him? Out of everyone, everyone she probably met while she was gone it had to be him?
His eyes stayed on hers as she continued talking but he almost didn’t hear a thing. He was just staring at her in disappointment, not saying anything. Her mentioning Andy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Both Andy and his brother, just wow. Was he really the black sheep of the family? Did no one really care about him? Even her mumbling about getting him wet and how “excited” he was to see her didn’t make him smile slightly as it probably should’ve. Instead, he turned to the side so she could get off of him and he wouldn’t have to push her, because he wasn’t violent with girls. “Get off of me,” but he was very angry and it was clear in his voice. Clear in everything else he did next.
Getting up immediately, he grabbed the towel he wanted to grab before the oh, such sweet accident and wrapped it around himself. Shutting the drawer, he turned to face her not even thinking about giving her a towel. Maybe he didn’t want to do that because he was so mad but that was actually the last thing he could think about. So now, he was staring at her with a blank expression and couldn’t help but notice the little tattoo she mentioned. When she mentioned Andy.
“And leave the room. Now.” He spoke up in a very strict way, looking back up at her eyes.