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These boys were characters, and though they loved each other, they checked each other too. If one was out of line or being stupid, they definitely called each other out, and I enjoyed their dynamic. I enjoyed seeing that strong bond and how much they did look out for each other.
I think Dorian and I only stopped kissing because I thought it was rude, and Bow was jumping to show me my race time.
“A new record,” she said, nudging me. She showed me the time on her phone, and my jaw dropped. “You killed this.”
“Seems she had more than a good day.” Dorian dropped his meaty arm across my shoulders, hugging me close, and Thatcher and Wells punched at Ares’s arms.
“Yeah, she kind of blew your shit out of the water, bro,” Thatcher stated, which got him a quick knock across the head by Ares, along with a more than heated shut the fuck up. Thatcher pouted, his hood up, his dark locks messy and tousled at the front. He messed with them more. “Dude, just speaking facts.”
Ares came for him again, but Thatcher chose to hide behind Wells, which was hilarious. One, because Wells lacked the surface area to be able to even do so with his leaner athletic build, and another, because Wells sidestepped every time he tried, Wells’s grin high. Giving up on him, Thatcher tried to hide behind Bru, but that was pointless too. At least when he’d been hiding behind Wells, he’d had the boy’s height. Wells was shorter than Thatcher, but Wells was still way taller than Bruno.
Bru raised his hands. “Uh-uh. Keep me out of this.”
Bruno sidestepped too with a chuckle, and eventually, Dorian shut it all down when he left me and broke his friends up.
“Calm down. Shit,” he told Ares, a hand on his chest. It was crazy the three of us were actually graduated now and were supposed to be the older ones. Dorian frowned. “Don’t be an ass. You lost, so just take it and move on.”
My twin brother’s expression could be described as nothing but sour when he bunched his arms over his chest. I came over, grinning. “Don’t be sour, big. Maybe you’ll get a win in next time.”
Reaching out, I tapped his face to be an asshole and definitely wasn’t stupid enough to stick around to see what he’d do about it.
I heard Bru said, “Here we go,” as I shot off, and Ares immediately raced off behind me. Ares spouted heated curses from his lips, but I ignored them when Dorian called after us.
“Use those legs, little fighter.” Dorian barked a laugh, the rest of the group yelling after us in the same fashion. I got lots of, “Run!” and I definitely wasn’t slowing down.
“You’re so fucking dead.” Ares charged after me, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. Laughter hit his voice as soon as we entered our house, and when I cut into the kitchen, someone immediately separated us.
“Hey. Hey. Hey,” Ramses said, getting Ares by the shirt just when he’d been about to grab me. Saved by the dad! Ramses directed a look at my twin. “What’s going on? Why are you chasing her?”
“She hit me,” Ares accused and was being so dramatic. He acted like I’d slapped him. He posted hands on his hips. “Legit slapped me. Right in my face.”
His eyes danced deviously behind the bullshit, but as Ramses’s attention was on me now, our dad didn’t see. I frowned. “He’s being overdramatic. I tapped him on the face lightly, and that was after he was being a big baby because I beat him in a foot race.”
This conversation was hilarious right now, our dad keeping the two of us away from each other while we both pleaded our cases over laughable bull crap. It felt so normal and reminded me of Bru and me growing up.
“A race?” Ramses’s brow lifted. He faced me. “You beat him in a race?”
“Uh, yeah. I really didn’t hit him. At least, not hard.” I shrugged, and Ramses nodded.
But only after he smiled.
He knew I’d been training to one day beat my ridiculously fast brother firsthand.
He’d been training with me in the mornings.
Of course, he couldn’t let that be known, my dad’s and my secret. I’d told him not to tell anyone about the training because I wanted to surprise Ares when I beat his ass.
Ramses’s smile wiped away before he faced my twin. He eyed him. “I’m sorry you lost but killing each other is definitely not the answer.”
Ares lifted a hand. “She hit me first, though.”
“And you’re going to let it go because you’re just the bigger person.” He put an arm around his son. “And the reason I get to tell my friends I have such a great kid.”
Ares’s frown was evident, but a smile pulled at it too.
Ramses wrestled his hair. “You’ll be okay. There’ll be other races.”
Ares pointed at me, the promise of that apparently ahead.
