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266 pages, ebook
First published April 8, 2018
“He’s cute,” Athena whispered once Roland was out of the room.
“I know,” Donny said, nodding. “I wouldn’t be with him if he wasn’t.”
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Look, I’ve been inside the guy who painted that,” Donny chuckled and pressed a kiss to Roland’s shoulder.
Even if they were to reconcile in the future, how could Donny even allow it, seeing how much stronger Roland was on his own?
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He couldn’t bear to have confirmation of Roland’s well being, and he hated himself for that. Of course he wanted Roland happy and healthy. But he wanted Roland happy, and healthy, and in his life.
Donny closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch. He’d been drawing for years. He started sketching the arches of Athena’s high heels when they were both teenagers. There was something about the elegance and grace of the lines that had spoken to him. He’d gone from sketching her shoes to sketching her legs, then realized he shouldn’t be drawing his sister, so he started people watching at the park and drawing everyone he could.
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“Look at my big sister, all domestic,” Donny laughed, grabbing a slice of tomato from the cutting board. Athena swatted at his hand and glared at him.
“I’ll domesticate you,” she said to him.
“What does that even mean? That sounds a little too kinky, Athena. You are my sister.”
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“Anyway,” she continued, as if he hadn’t even spoken. “You were so upset when we got home from school, and you threw a huge temper tantrum on your bed, so I crawled in behind you and let you cry about it and curse me about it, then mom and dad walked in.”
Donny’s cheeks heated at the memory.
“They were so furious,” she went on. “Screaming and yelling about incest and shit.”
Donny couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Athena laughed behind him, then quieted down.
“Maybe fifteen and sixteen was too old for sibling snuggles,” Donny said soberly.
“Then what is twenty-two and twenty-three?” She asked him with more humor in her voice.
“Illegal, probably.”
They laughed again briefly and fell back into silence.
“Thank you, Athena.”
“For what?” She laid her head on top of his.
“Trying to distract me.”
“Is that what you think I was doing?” She asked, pushing herself up to a sitting position.
“Wasn’t it?” Donny sat as well, but curled himself into a ball at the other corner of the couch.
“God, no. I was just reminiscing on that time mom and dad thought we were fucking.”