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And why the fuck does it matter if you’resexy?

He shook the thought away.

“You said you ate lunch with your dad,” Fox said out of nowhere, the words escaping around a mouthful of food. It should have been disgusting. Somehow it wasn’t.

“Yeah?”

Fox pointed his fork at him. “You have family here. What’re you doing rooming with us?”

Colin shrugged a shoulder before pushing his plate away. “Gotta have a social life, right?”

He looked up to see Dane had stopped eating as well. “Your idea of socializing is offering yourself up as vampire food to two complete strangers?”

Colin gave him a blank stare. “Yeah. It is. What’s yours?”

“We have each other,” Fox grunted, weirdly aggressive, as if daring Colin to argue.

Colin had to look away, something dangerously close to envy pulling at his gut. They clearly did have each other, like no siblings Colin had ever known. Maybe it was a twin thing, or maybe it was the bond Jamie had mentioned. They didn’t always move in unison—not like when they’d trapped Colin against the wall the night before, when Dane had started sniffing at him—but they still had a way of moving in sync. Like their bodies were always aware of each other, like they knew what move the other would make without any conscious thought.

What would that kind of closeness be like?

Colin couldn’t even fathom. He was an only child. He didn’t have that many—or any—close friends at this point. There was Jay, but Jay was close to most people…and animals…and the occasional inanimate object. It wasn’t like Colin was special to him. Colin wasn’t special to anyone, besides his dad.

And his dad had pushed him out of the house, like some baby bird he wanted to fly on its own, so there was that.

He looked back to find them both staring again. Their new favorite pastime. Staring at Colin.

“You eat enough?” Dane asked him, an undecipherable expression on his face.

Colin looked at his half-eaten food. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” Fox frowned down at the plate like it had personally offended him.

Colin raised his brows. “Contrary to what you two might believe, I was looking for roommates, not mother figures.”

Fox scooted forward on the couch, a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? Here I thought you were looking specifically for someone to nibble on you. That’s why you chose us, right?” His voice lowered, taking on a sultry edge. “You want to be eaten up, little lamb?”

Colin refused to be affected. He scowled for good measure. “I’m not little. Or a lamb.”

Fox only smirked at him. “Sure you are. Look at those wrists.”

Colin stopped fiddling with his bracelets immediately. He hadn’t realized he was even doing it. He was fine-boned, sure, but Fox didn’t have to make, like, a wholethingof it. “My wrists are fine,” he insisted, inwardly cringing at how defensive he sounded.

“They’re more than fine,” Fox purred. “Now—”

Dane moved forward. “—about that bite.”

Colin swallowed with a suddenly dry throat. “You two are…hungry?”

“Starved.”

The twins looked at each other, then leaned back in unison. Fox gave his lap a pat. “Hop on up.”

Colin’s breath caught. “Excuse me?”

“We’re ready to feed.” Fox cocked his head, a challenge in his gaze. “You getting cold feet?”

“Why do I need to be on your lap?”

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