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"Well someone had some fun last night." I looked up from my bowl of fruity pebbles to find a smirking Miles entering the kitchen. Instantly, my face heated up and I looked back down at my almost gone cereal. Sliding into the seat across from me, he rested his hands on the table. "Okay, to be fair, Alex was the one who had fun last night. I'm sorry Mase. Is he really shitty?"
I shook my head, trying to hide my smile as I looked back up at him. "Shut up, Miles."
He smiled widely back, putting his hands up in the air in defense. "Hey, I'm just saying. I know I sure as hell heard Alex moan like a freaking girl, yet I heard nothing from you."
"Why were you listening in the first place?"
His face scrunched in disgust. "Trust me, I wasn't but it's kind of hard to hear anything when the boy is yelling so damn loud."
Blushing deeper, I stood up to place my empty bowl in the sink. Turning around, I leaned back against the counter crossing my arms over my chest. "He was not that loud."
"Holy shit, Fuck Mason, Fucking shit. Mason." He moaned out.
"You're obnoxious."
"Where is Mr. Moany pants anyway?"
"He's taking a shower."
"And you aren't taking one with him?"
"Shut up, Miles." I mumbled, pushing away from the counter just as Alex stepped into the kitchen. Miles smirked, turning to face his brother.
"Why the hell are you staring at me like that?" Alex grunted, walking over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, tugging me against him. Dipping his head down, his lips met mine in a soft kiss. "I missed you." He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear causing goosebumps to raise over my entire body.
Looking up at him, I smiled. "You just saw me fifteen minutes ago."
Kissing the side of my neck, he smiled. "So."
"Okay, okay. Enough of the PDA, you two, What if Mom and Dad walked in?"
Pulling back slightly, Alex looked at Miles. "They're at another conference, they left last night before dinner."
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Mason
ChickLitMason Miller is a quiet, seventeen-year-old girl who's lived a normal, mundane life in Brighton, England. With a mother that left when she was just hours old, it's always just been her and her dad; whom she loves very much. In the blink of a...
