Girls have always treated Lochlan like an over-eager puppy, too busy salivating all over them and begging for attention to be a serious romantic candidate. But God help him if he didn't want so badly.

His elbow rested on the table, his thumbnail tucked firmly between his teeth, grinding down on it whilst his eyes remained firmly put on you, they hadn't been able to leave you all night. It was making dinner difficult for him.

There was a slight smudge of lipstick on your cupid bow, it had to have been from a recent kiss with Saxon, his stomach was turning at the mere thought. It should've been him that you were kissing, not his sorry excuse for a brother.

Saxon brought a new girl along for family vacations all the time, he always tossed them aside afterward and pretended he didn't even know their names. But with you, it was clear Saxon liked you, which made Lochlan feel all the more guilty for pining after his brother's girlfriend.

All those thoughts slipped away as soon as your gaze fell to Lochlan, pretty lashes fluttering along your cheeks in a way that made him forget momentarily that he'd just been caught staring at you like some kind of creeper.

He immediately stiffened up awkwardly when he came back down to earth, looking away from you towards a random table of other guests in the dining hall, praying to God that no one would notice how he managed to flush under such brief eye contact.

"You okay, Lochy?" Piper tilted her head to the side as she questioned her younger brother, a faint amount of worry in her tone. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." He rubbed his eye in an attempt to sell being tired to her, he shoveled food in his mouth in hopes of getting this dinner over sooner rather than later.