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His back was towards me, hunched over in defeat, I didn't want to bother him but I've been worrying all day and I needed to know if he was okay. I took hesitant steps towards him, the hardwood ramp creaked beneath my feet and I w...
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Arabella's POV
"You're selfishly hogging all the food, Ace. Look you already have a potbelly, few more bites and you're FAT!" The lobster slipped from Ace's fingertips and slammed back down onto the tray, he stared at Max in disbelief and in a complete moment of silence he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked the butter off of them slowly, his eyes never tearing from Max's.
"I'm sorry, did you say I was getting fat?" He spat, his voice cracking slightly as he cocked his head sideways, a disbelieved huff escaping his lips. "This is why I say you talk too damn much." Aaron scolded Max as he shook his head lightly, biting into the flesh of the lobster and chuckling at Ace's wounded face.
"Okay, babe he did not mean that. Max apologize!" Erika hissed as she slapped him behind the head. He cried in pain and pouted cutely, turning his attention to Ace who glared at him playfully although I think it really did hurt him inside that Max said he has a potbelly.
Although he really didn't, all that's on his body was a pack of hard steel. "I'm. . .not sorry!" Max exclaimed as he grabbed Ace's lobster and dashed across the room, disappearing into the walk-in closet and slamming the door shut behind him.
"Did–did he just lobsternap my lobster?" Ace muttered in disbelief as he gestured towards the closet in confusion. "It's okay, have mine." Erika smiled sweetly as she outstretched her piece towards him, he pouted and leaned towards her but to our surprise, she yanked it backwards and laughed loudly, "sike!"
"Ou burn!" Max's muffled voice echoed through the room and I couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter, ignoring Ace's laser glares through my head. "Okay stop playing with the guy's food, men–strong men need to eat!" Aaron exclaimed as he opened the closet and gestured for Max to get out.
I watched in amusement as Max lazily strode across the room and slowly handed the lobster back to Ace who took it with a tight-lipped sarcastic smile and resumed eating, ignoring Max's eyes trained on the butter leaking down from the seafood.
"You guys are an interesting sight," Tyler exclaimed beside me, a smirk stretched on his lips as he chuckled. I agreed with him, shaking my head in disbelief from what I just witnessed, not that I'm complaining, if anything these guys have been my main source of entertainment since we came here.
"Yeah okay Mr too good for lobster and Mrs. I-only-eat-chicken-and-fish," Erika mumbled as she flipped off Tyler, butter trailed down her finger and she quickly licked it off the back of her hand. Tyler groaned in disgust and turned his head away, muttering how that wasn't a pleasant sight at all.
"Hey! I eat seafood. . .sometimes and plus I wanna go to the pool so I'm gonna eat afterwards." I said as I leaned into Tyler's chest and caressed his hand draped across my chest absentmindedly.
"Shouldn't we all go to the pool together though? I mean since we are celebrating thanksgiving–eve with one another we should do everything together, meaning Tyler get off the bed and have some crab cakes and lobster and Arabella have a crab cake!" Max exclaimed.
