"What are you doing, Butterfly?" Luc calls out.
I pull out a bag of mince triumphantly. I realise how many of us there is and get another bag.
"Weare making spaghetti," I inform them.
"Everyone but Dom," Jace corrects. "We don't need your clumsy ass dropping a knife through your foot again."
"Really?" I look at Dominic surprised.
The six foot something giant shrugs. "I’m clumsy as fuck."
I rope all the guys,minus Dom, into being my assistants. We laugh and talk about all the stuff Dec's done at school. Luc tells me the story of how they met and it has me in stitches laughing.
It's freeing. It lights the darkness around my soul.
Jace finds some garlic bread in the freezer and we cook that up too.
The guys set the table while I wash my hands in the bathroom. Arms curl around my waist as someone hugs me from behind. I look in the mirror and see one of the twins.
"Hey, Maverick," I say, not foiled by his attempt to confuse me with his brother. Hurt stabs at my heart, unexpectedly.
The arms disappear. "How the fuck are you doing that?" He says surprised.
I shrug. "No idea, I just know." I can’t help the irritation in my voice.
He looks like he doesn't believe me but Mason comes in and interrupts.
"Mav, leave her alone," Mase scolds him.
"She's known us for not even two days and hasn't messed us up once," Maverick argues. "The people who have known us for years can't get us right."
I get out of the way so Maverick can wash his hands.
"That doesn't mean you have to keep testing her." Mason sighs. I can see the sadness hovering. It hurts me to see them upset.
"Fine." Maverick goes to leave, darkness storming in his eyes.
I grab his arm and he freezes. My hand slides down to his hand and he turns around. He doesn't meet my eyes.
"Maverick, I'm not sure why this is so important but if it really means that much to you…then you can keep testing me," I tell him.
Mason moves forward, his arm curling around my waist as he kisses my cheek.
"Thank you, Angel," he whispers. He gives me a soft, appreciative smile before he walks out.
Maverick just looks at me. "You don't care if I test you?" He says suspiciously.
I step up to him, watching his reaction as I place a hand over his heart. "Maverick. Until I'm able to convince you that you are as different from your twin as you are similar, then I give you my permission to keep asking me. Even if you do it three times a day for the next four years. It doesn't matter if you have the exact same genetic make up, you are two very different people. I see you," I murmur.
His icy blue eyes flick between my two different coloured ones. He pulls me into a bone crushing hug. Surprise floods me.
"Okay, little gentler," I wheeze and his arms instantly loosen.
"Shit, sorry," he chuckles. I sigh and squeeze back.
"You guys give the best hugs," I tell him, hoping not to push him too far.
He moves slightly, turning his head so he can plant a gentle kiss on the inside of my neck.
