Brandon's Pov

Nitika and I arrive back at the house; I practically jump out of the car, and Nitika is right behind me. We enter the living space, and I call for Brinley, and I go from room to room, looking for her. And nothing; she's not here. My heart drops to my feet. I stand in the doorway to her room, and I hear Nitika coming up behind me. Brandon, she will come back when she clears her head. Nitika, you don't understand. She's the type of person who holds in her feelings, and she kept things in for Jaxson all this time, and I had no idea how she felt about Jaxson. I mean, I knew when she was younger, she'd follow us around like a bit of leach. Her crush on Jaxson grew into something more in adulthood, and neither I nor my family knew. I wonder if Jaxson new and hasn't said anything? Then I think back, no, he couldn't think of; he wouldn't hurt Brinkey like that. That's true, Brandon Nitika says; although I don't know Jaxson well, I don't think he would internally hurt Brinley or you. I hope not, baby, Brandon says. Brandon and I head back to the living area, and as we hit the stairs, we hear a knock at the front door; we run down the steps, and Brandon yangs the DOOR open BRINLEY? But it was Brinkley; it was Jaxson? What are you doing here, Jaxson? I came to see if Brinley was here. Sarcastically I say, look around. Does it look like she's here? I turn and walk back to the living space. Come in, Jaxson Nitika motions toward the living area. We walk in, and Brandon sits on the couch, head between his hands. Jaxson, please tell me you had no idea how Brinley felt toward you without looking up at me. Brandon says I didn't, bro. I swear, until last week when I saw her in Paris on my business trip there. She and I toured the city, and we had dinner together, and we both drank wine and, fuckin what, Jaxson? Don't fuckin tell me you touched my sister? Brandon gets up and walks towards Jaxson, fist ready. What the fuck did you do to my sister Jaxson? Brandon grabs Jaxson by his shirt with both hands and looks Jaxson in the face; tell me, Jaxson. Grinding my teeth, I ask Jaxson one more time putting more pressure on my hold on him. Tell me, Jaxson did, you touch her? What? No, I didn't, not in the way you think; id never; Jaxson stops and thinks of his words; we just kissed. But I stopped it before it could go any farther. Brinley was confused about what she felt for me; we both had too much wine, and we got caught up in a moment. We kissed. I came to my senses, and I left her room. You didn't think to tell me this? No, I felt I handled it by. I told her, We, we could not happen, and I walked away. Brandon stood in front of Jaxson, still holding onto him tightly. Brandon drops his hands to his side; he looks at Jaxson. Where is she, bro? Brandon says; we all turn simultaneously to a voice saying, I'm right here.