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“Always bossing me around,” Sanford teases, his blue eyes filled with warmth.
“What can I say?It’s fun to do so,” she quips, her gaze shifting toward me.“Come here.We need you to help us prepare the salad.”
“I just arrived,” I attempt to excuse myself, my voice tinged with fatigue.“Jet lag is real.”
She narrows her gaze, but there’s a playful spark in them.“You’re still going to eat, aren’t you?”
“Well yeah, but—” I stammer, momentarily caught off guard by her unwavering gaze.
“No buts.The secret to a good meal is having everyone cook for it,” she says with an unyielding determination.
“Says who?”I retort, shooting a mock glare at Sanford.
He shrugs nonchalantly.“She made it up last week.I just go with the flow.”
“Fine, let’s get this started.”My tone is a blend of resignation and anticipation.“We have to discuss your auditions and applications.”
“Don’t start on me.”Her eyes narrowed in a steely gaze.
“Don’t start on her,” Sanford echoes, his voice mirroring her protective stance.“I’ve already done that one too many times.If I keep pressuring her, she might not go to college.”
“Fine, but we’ll discuss it before I have to leave again.”
“Later,” she insists, her voice hinting at vulnerability.
I let it go for now, allowing myself to settle into the comforting rhythm of cooking alongside them as if the time apart had evaporated into thin air.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Sanford
This isn’thow I wanted it to happen, I say, after kissing Greyson for the first time.It’s not a mistake, but we’re not ready to be a couple.The three of us ...it’s a dream, but ...
“That was unexpected,” Grey mumbles, breaking the silence and leaning on my shoulder.
“And pretty hot,” our ballerina says with her melodic voice.
As I steal a glance at her, I notice the subtle nibbling of her bottom lip, a gesture that most times means hesitation.She wants to ask for something, but she isn’t brave enough to do it.Does she want a kiss too?
I’d be more than happy to give it to her.And so, I scoot to the edge of the piano bench, creating a gap between Grey and me.“Sit with us,” I suggest, my voice laced with a glimmer of hope.
Her beautiful lips stretch into a smile, and she shakes her head.“No, I’m okay here.”
“But what if we want you here?”Grey inquiries, and the longing in those words hit me in the groin.
I have to remind myself to keep this PG.A kiss is all I should give her, even when I’m dying for more—a lot more.
“I’ll be too close, and you two can’t make out,” she responds mischievously, a playful grin dancing on her lips.“That’s something I might want to watch.”
“It was just a kiss,” I clarify.
“From here, it looked more thanjusta kiss,” she counters, her eyes holding an intensity that catches me off guard.
Grey raises an eyebrow.His gaze carries a hint of curiosity.“Have you ever been kissed?”
I give Grey a questioning look.We both know the answer.Her mother wouldn’t allow it, and she’d never break her rules unless it is important to her.In fact, we should stop everything.
“This is a mistake,” our ballerina says.“I ...never mind.”
