“Think of it as a symbolic sort of thing.”
I cock my head to the side, considering. I don’thatethe idea.
“And you’d get me a real ring? Not some trash off a can that could cut my finger to ribbons?” I ask, pretending to glare at Kalen who has the decency to look embarrassed. I smirk.
“Only the best for you.”
“I don’t need the best, or a ring,” I say simply. “I love you guys, and I know how much you love me, and that’s enough.”
“Oh, yeah, you say that now, but in ten years’ time you’ll be all ‘remember that time you didn’t get me a ring,’” Kalen mimics me, badly, I might add.
“First, I wouldn’t do that. I don’t hold grudges. And second, I don’t sound like that.”
“You kind of do!” My brother yells from the pool. I flip him off and turn back to my guys.
“Are we good here? Cause I really am starving.”
“You can eat when you agree to wear our damn ring,” Onyx growls.
“Jeez, alright, if it means that damn much to you!”
“Good. We’re going shopping tomorrow then.”
“I have a ring,” Debbie offers. My eyes widen.
“Me too, I’d be honoured for you to have it, Amelie,” Camilla adds. Oh my god, I actually wish the ground would swallow me whole right now.
“Actually, if the boys are going to give Amelie anyone’s ring, it should be mine,” Maggie pipes up. “It’s been in the Knox family for generations and it should continue to be passed down.”
“Um, guys, thank you. All of you, for your really generous offers,” I say before Slate cuts me off.
“Guys, you’re freaking Amelie out.”
“It is a bit much,” I whisper.
“Way too much,” Onyx agrees.
“We want to do this our way,” Kalen announces.
“What they mean is, thank you for the kind offers, but we want to get Amelie something original. A promise ring that somehow represents all of us,” Sawyer eloquently clarified.
Yes, that’s it, I can’t help but agree.
“Save your offers of engagement rings for us to fight over at a later date,” Slate jokes. “Because it’s a question of when?—”
“Not if,” Kalen finishes, looking mighty pleased with himself. “I did it! I did the twin thing! I finished your sentence and I got it right! Didn’t I?” He turns to Onyx, wagging his finger in his face. “Ha! I’m a better twin than yoooo—ow!!!!”
He cries out in pain as Onyx grabs his finger and bends it backwards, almost to breaking point. He whimpers until Onyx releases him and then rushes over to me and presses his wounded digit against my mouth.
“Kiss it better, sis,” he whines.
“What did you say?” Aadi roars.
“Oh shit, he heard me!” Kalen whispers.
“He calls her it all the time,” Adrianne announces just to stir the pot.
Bex, cackling evilly, adds, “Yeah, it’s a weird, kinky sex thing they do.”
