Heartless fuck,he mouths this time just to be sure I get it.
Revenge is a bitch, I mouth back with a devilish smile on my lips.
“Elly is finally here!” I hear Rami yelling from the gazebo. Ezra helps me off the bike, and we walk toward the bonfire.
“Elly?” Ezra looks at me.
“Ezra plus Sully…Elly.”
He doesn’t seem annoyed by it, but strangely satisfied. Is it because our names are mixed together? What a possessive dork.
“Hugs not drugs,” Rami declares before embracing both my boyfriend and me. I feel so puny between them. Noodle jumps on Rami’s head before leaping on Rague. He starts petting him.
“Keep touching and lose a limb,” Ezra threatens Rami after a second.
Rami blows a raspberry on my palm before quickly letting us go, drawing farther back to avoid Ezra’s wrath.
“Like your couple’s name?” he then asks expectantly. I only nod, not really caring about his weird hobby.
“I like Ralie.” Lori appears next to me, still panting from the crazy dancing.
“Ralie?” Ollie elbows me. He’s sweating.
“Raguel plus Ollie,” Rami replies with a pout.
“Mipahel is still not so good,” Michael states, sitting on Raph’s lap on one of the chairs near the bonfire.
“That was Rague’s doing!” Rami clips. “Michael plus Raphael. Miel is my final attempt; it means honey in French.”
“Lame,” Raph states.
“Gabriz is not bad,” Hunter chips in, still grilling. That’s Gabe, Lori, and Bez’s couple name.
“I like ours. Suri,” Sari smiles sweetly at Uri.
“How about you and Papa Bear here?” Ash points at Hunter with a taunting smirk. “Do you have a lame one, too?”
“Damn brat, we had several, but I think Humi is the best,” Rami replies, slapping his boyfriend’s rear, then he invites Noodle on his shoulder. My ferret quickly climbs up there. He seems to have become the family’s mascot.
“Are you still talking about that shit?” Uri doesn’t mince his words, as usual. Ezra is the same, but with a colder, less rude attitude—most of the time anyway.
Seeing them again this close makes me so incredibly grateful. I’m so happy Ezra came to Chicago to find his brother. He didn’t do it out of love, but whatever the reason, it brought him to me. And for that, I’ll always be more understanding toward Uri.
“Why were you crazy dancing?” Michael asks Lori and Ollie.
“Ask the nutter here.” My brother scoffs, still irritated.
“Trying to sweep away any lingering malignant energies.” Lori’s mindfully spiritualistic explanation doesn’t surprise any of us.
“You are serious.” Right. Ezra doesn’t know Lori’s unique way of thinking yet.
“Unfortunately.” Gabe wraps an arm around his fiancé’s waist and pulls him onto a chair.
I grab a Coke and a beer, almost dropping the Coke when I hit my side on the table’s corner. The fact that I’m finally happy with my life doesn’t mean I’ll magically lose my clumsiness.
After handing the beer to Ezra, I sit next to Sari since I haven’t seen him in so long. “How are you?”
“Okay, I guess. After all that happened,” he replies, letting his head fall on Uri’s shoulder. Is that a leather choker around his neck? It looks very similar to the one I have—the BDSM one. Are Uri and Sari into that kind of thing?
