I want to tell him to continue when he halts.
“Forgot, sorry,” he rambles and shuffles on his feet.
His voice is flawless. It’s addictive. It makes me want to pull up a chair and listen more intently. His voice is velvety smooth and rich. He sings slowly and makes sure every high note is hit perfectly. If whatever he plans on doing in the future doesn’t work out, he’ll make a damn excellent singer.
“Let’s go before they come looking for us,” he says as he places a hand to my lower back.
He guides me toward the kitchen, and we find his siblings sitting on the kitchen barstools.
“Quick fuck?” Elijah asks and raises his eyebrows up and down once he spots us.
“If I had been inside my girlfriend, you would have heard her screaming,” he replies nonchalantly, and I gasp in horror. “So, no—not yet at least.”
I slap his bicep and glare over at him. “Shut up, you pig.”
He holds up his hands in surrender and raises an eyebrow.
Amelia makes a gagging noise and covers her ears. “Elijah, we didn’t even bring our earplugs.”
Reaching over the counter, I pull a lock of her blonde hair. “I won’t torture you like that.”
Her innocent eyes glance up at me. They shine with happiness. “That’s why I love you!”
I laugh and hug her back when she pulls me to her side.
“She’s mine.”
“I saw her first,” Amelia snarks back.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Leonidas argues.
“I don’t care.”
Gosh, these children …
“Foursome?” Elijah says and then staggers off his chair a minute later. “God, no!” he screams and smacks his forehead. “I forgot you guys were my siblings.”
Tears leak out of his eyes. From laughter or mortification? I think both.
I hold back a laugh when I look over at Amelia and Leonidas. They look scared. Their eyes are wide with disgust.
Shifting in his spot, Leonidas grumbles, “I think he’s adopted because no sibling of mine can be that stupid.”
“God, kill me now,” Elijah rambles and bangs his head face-first on the counter. Sticking his hand straight in the air, he begs, “Please send a lightning bolt right to the tip of my finger. I’ll go into cardiac arrest and die, hopefully.”
Glancing at the poor boy in front of me, I want to laugh. I give Leonidas a look and walk over to Elijah. I rub circles on his back, and he relaxes.
“From another person who has a donkey brain, I understand your brain farts.”
He nods his head and lets out a laugh. “I’m so stupid.”
“Amen,” we all say.
“Well, on that note, time to get drunk!” Amelia yells and holds up a bottle of vodka.
* * *
Leonidas is the only one who has drunk nothing. I sit on his lap with a blanket over our torsos while I cuddle into his warm chest. Elijah and Amelia are getting close to being hammered. I only drank one shot and called it quits. I don’t feel like getting drunk tonight. I want to remember every second I have with Leonidas.
