“I also saw a blurry video of your faces getting real close.” Walking closer to where I stand, she narrows her eyes. “You’d better—and I mean,you’d better—tell me if you guys ever kiss.”
She holds out her pinkie, and I hook mine around hers and squeeze.
“I promise to tell you, but that’s never going to happen. Unless Justin pushes our faces together.”
I laugh at the thought because our crazy manager would do such a thing.
“I’ll push your faces together.” She smiles, laughing at herself.
“You’re crazy,” I point out, eating a piece of raw cookie dough.
“Because the Drakos siblings make me this way.” She slaps a piece of dough on the counter and starts kneading it unnecessarily.
“I really think you had issues before we came into your life,” I say, rushing to the other side of the counter to put distance between us.
Trinity is one scary girl.
“Hey, we don’t dwell on or talk about the past.” She pushes the spoon back in my face.
“Then, why are you bringing up the past?” I raise a brow, pointing out all the gushing she’s been doing about the video going viral.
“That’s not really the past. That was a couple of days ago. It doesn’t count!”
“Who says?” Hands on my hips, I roll my eyes at my best friend.
“Me.” She looks at me like I’m stupid.
Reaching over the counter, I grab the wooden spoon from her grasp and point it in her face this time. Her eyes practically go cross-eyed as she looks down at it.
“And I say, it counts.”
“Well …” She tilts her head to the slide as she thinks, and I know she’s up to mischief when she smiles before saying, “Fuck you.”
* * *
“These aren’t sex cookies, are they?” Elijah asks as he holds a cookie midway to his mouth. He glares in Leonidas and Trinity’s direction before he looks at me like he’s a lost puppy.
“Yeah, we christened the counter before we put the cookies in the oven to bake.” Leonidas rolls his eyes at his brother while looking at him like he’s crazy.
Elijah scoffs at our brother’s audacity and acts annoyed while pointing in his direction. “You’re the cause of my anxiety!”
“Trinity and I fucking in the same room as you was years ago. Get over it,” Leonidas says nonchalantly as he gathers our research on his lap.
“Says you!” Elijah shivers as he thinks about the past. “I will never get over that. No amount of therapy or medication will un-traumatize me!”
“You didn’t hear or see anything. Why are you traumatized?” Leonidas argues with our brother, sending him a death glare from across the kitchen table.
“Because I breathed in your sex air.” Elijah throws up his hands and glares right back at him.
Trinity drops her chin in her hand as she attempts to cover her smile, but my brother still scolds her, “And you! Don’t think I’m not mad at you.”
I swear I have whiplash from this entire conversation, but nonetheless, seeing Elijah act like a five-year-old when he’s really twenty-one is a sight to see. He’s always a good laugh, and sometimes, I find he acts like this on purpose to make everyone around him happy.
“Can we move on from this amazing conversation and get to more important topics?” Leonidas says, pinching his nose and shutting his laptop.
Sitting up straighter, I fidget and turn the plate with a half-eaten cookie in front of me.
“Do we have any evidence?” Trinity asks as she cuddles into my brother’s embrace.
