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"Your dad's never been more right. I can't think about anything else right now! My nips could cut diamonds!"
I hugged him and he held me without question. Then he pulled away, clearing my damp hair from my forehead, making me feel self-conscious.
"You'regorgeous, you know that?"
I blushed, ducking my head. "Gorgeous?"
"Mm-hm."
"Uh...I dunno. That's a new one for me. No one's ever called me that before."
"They should. I mean it. Your eyes are wicked, bro.So sick. Like green and blue at the same time. I wish I had eyes like that…"
"And I wish I had eyes likeyours."
"Oh yeah? What else?"
I bit my lip. "And uh... your eyelashes." They were inky and heavily fringed, like a girl’s.
"Wish I had your hair," he traded me, tit for tat.
"And your nose..."
"And your mouth..." he said, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip like he had the first time he kissed me.
After contemplating a while, he attacked, kissing my cheeks repeatedly and squishing my face between his hands until I laughed hysterically. Then he sprinted inside, leaving me to chuckle in the rain.
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At dinner we sat around the island in the kitchen and ate Chinese takeout. Alex and Levi fought over the last fortune cookie until Nathan wrestled it away and ate it.
"Bloody hell!" Levi scowled, flicking rice at him with the plastic fork.
"All the luck in the world won't save you now, you goddamned thief. I know where you sleep!" Alex said, pouring several packets of soy sauce onto Nathan’s food as he laughed uproariously.
Rome chuckled a bit before focusing on finishing his almond chicken. He was a finicky eater and gathered highly particular bits of food one spoonful at a time. Whatever he didn't eat I reached over to take for myself, so he scooted his plate closer for easy access.
"Look at him now! That's exactly what you get! Instant karma!" Alex yelled, mocking Nate who suddenly thought he was going to be sick.
"All regret now, aren't we?" I chimed in, earning a pack of duck sauce to the face.
I noticed Rome had started in on his rice, but not before picking away the beansprouts first.
"You don't like it?"
"What are they?" He lifted one for examination on the tip of his fork.
"Beansprouts, mate."
"Sprouts?"
"Yeah, never heard of them?"
"No... not that I can remember. Looks like worms, yeah?"
"I should've asked them to hold ‘em, sorry."
"All good, man. I'll just put em aside, then. No harm done."
