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“Your balls sag,” he countered.
“They do not.”
“The left nut does.”
“Good to know you pay that much attention to my balls, Xav.”
He laughed. “But I could pull my shit together for an angry teen. They’d tell me I’m a piece of shit, I’d agree with them, and we’d bond over it. Match made in fucked-up heaven. Kinda like us.”
If he wanted a pissy teen, I’d help him get one. At least he had a half-assed vision of his future.
“Ugh,” he groaned, looking at me as he finished his drink. “Confessional?”
“Hit me with it.”
“I don’t think I want a kid.” He grimaced. “I think, deep down, in my non-way of thinking but sometimes knowing, I figured it’d make me sound more legit. More serious. Like I was maturing.”
I pushed him straight off the dock and jumped in after him. We sank to the bottom, and when the water bubbles slithered up my ass crack, I shivered with delight.
“You dick!” I laughed at him. “You faked a maybe-kid to sound grown up? That’s the opposite of grown up! And you lied to me about it? Fuck, you suck at being mad, Xavi. You just got all moody about me keeping something to myself when you did the same thing.”
“How is that the same thing?” He shoved my chest and I sank, drinking half the ocean.
“I faked being in a relationship with Kaylee and you faked wanting a hypothetical kid!” I coughed right in his face. “Dick!”
Xavi smiled wide, and holy shit, it was captivating. I wasn’t typically the kind of guy to use words like captivating, but I got stuck staring at the way he beamed. The sunset didn’t have shit on him.
“Can we just agree that we twin hard sometimes? No more secrets, okay?”
One secret, but maybe it didn’t matter. Hopefully, with time, I’d get over this crush thing, move on, and no longer be riddled with half-boners whenever he was around. I didn’t put much faith in anything, but I put all my faith in Xavi. No matter what happened in our lives, I had a gut feeling that we’d always be okay. Maybe I’d just caught a bit of the gay bug in the family. They said sexualities were fluid, so I had to be in my gay fluidity stage, right? Or maybe Devon was right when he said the Kane boys had super dicks, because for whatever reason lately, Xavi’s made my mouth water.
We swam to the dock and held on, floating and chatting. “You wanna know my big life goal?” he asked.
“Tell me.”
“I want a fridge with an ice machine and a water dispenser in the door, you know? That’s what I want. If I can get one of those, I’ll feel like I won the lottery.”
He wasn’t even joking. That was his big dream and I loved him for it. “Love it when you set big goals, Xav.” I grinned, already conjuring ways to help him get his fridge.
“Come on.” He pulled himself up onto the dock. “We’re going to my mom’s for a bullshit dinner. We can eat on the way.”
I watched him climb out, and my mouth got conflicted about watering. His body made it salivate, but the mention of his mom’s casseroles made me want to gag. It was damn near eight, so we were late for dinner, but he probably planned it that way.Plus, he was still mad at her from last week.
“You aren’t driving!” I warned him, even though I hated night driving.
“Then hurry up! You drive like you have a saggy left nut and no night vision.”
I couldn’t hurry up. I needed to think more about terrible dinners because I had a situation in my swim shorts I couldn’t explain away.
CHAPTER4
XAVI
I triedto be late enough to miss dinner, but Mom had waited. She seemed better, but in true fashion, she pretended like the whole thing had never happened. She made her shitty dinner, had us all over, and kept on deluding herself into thinking she was a good mom. She wasn’t. She wasn’t the worst, but I’d checked out of expecting things from her a long time ago.
Too bad all I could picture was her vomiting on the front lawn and smelling like a smoky distillery. Could barely even look at her.
I watched Nate and Maddox feed their dinner to Gnat under the table. Dad ate his with a grimace, and I tried to move mine around my plate so it looked like I ate more. I tried tapping my thigh to call Gnat over, but he was already being well fed. Devon, the crazy bastard, ate it like it was KFC. Jesus.
