She moved her hands up above her head a bit and acted like she was giving hand jobs while her tongue poked into her cheek.
My face heated as I shook my head and waved my hands to make her stop.
She cackled before stopping abruptly before covering her mouth as if she’d been caught.
Dad stepped in beside her on one side with a wince as Mom stood on her other side and waved at me.
I waved back with the mug in hand, and Spencer pointed to it with a pout, making me giggle.
“What’s funny, darlin’?” Micah came up beside me, waving at my family in the window.
Spencer’s mouth dropped as she gestured to her shirt then Micah and me, making me glance down and realize I wore his flannel and Micah was shirtless.
I smacked a hand to my cheek and glared at her, but she just laughed. Dad was glaring at Micah, while Mom gave me a reassuring smile.
“Oh my gosh.”
“They’re a lively bunch,” Nathan said as he stepped on my other side and waved.
Dad turned his glare to him while Mom and Spencer smiled back at him with a wave.
I spun around with one last wave and strode toward the couch. “Sorry. Spencer instigates things.”
“I know. We all saw her lovely hand gestures.” Nathan chuckled, and I groaned as I sipped on the coffee now that it was warm enough not to burn off my tastebuds.
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” Micah grinned. “It’s wholesome to see a full family interacting.”
I smiled and stared down into the half-drank dark coffee. “Thank you.”
“I’m honestly surprised you’re so sweet having to live around the other two for so long,” Nathan said as he sat down beside me and crossed his arms behind his head. “After the shit Daisy said to you…”
Micah’s eyes darkened, while Calix’s brows scrunched together.
“I can’t take complete credit for being sweet.” A weight pressed against my chest as my hand rose to rest on my throat. “I avoided them both like the plague. It was difficult at first, but I just spent most of my time outside with Kovu or holed up in my room.”
“You were really with him for two years?” Nathan asked, and I nodded.
“How long have you known Daisy?” Micah took a swig of his coffee.
“My whole life.” I stared into the darkness in my cup with a sigh. “Her mom and mine were best friends before they had us. I trusted her with everything, and when I caught them in bed together, everything I thought I knew shattered.”
“They’re disgusting,” Calix spat the words, making my eyes snap to his as he stood up and took his coffee mug to the red bin for the dirty dishes before spinning around again. His eyes pierced mine. “I can’t imagine the pain you must’ve gone through, but you don’t have to be around them if you don’t want to be.”
“Kind of have to,” I murmured, glancing back down at my mug. “Not like I want them dead or anything. And survival chances are better with numbers, so…”
“We can limit your interaction at least,” Micah offered, and I nodded.
“They had kept their distance too throughout the years. I’m not even sure why they started to try speaking to me after so long.” I winced and brought the mug to my lips before gulping the rest of the liquid.
Calix came over and reached his gloved hand out to me, and Nathan and Micah froze. “I’ll take your cup.”
Smiling, I placed it in his hand as my fingers met the latex and pulled back. “Thanks.”
He gave me a small grunt before turning around and busying himself in the kitchen, and Micah and Nathan continued to stare at him.
“What is it?”
