Page 53 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
I chuckle and take in how all three of them have the same gorgeous deep brown eyes, brown-black hair, and tan skin.
“Who’s the oldest?” I ask.
“Tyler. But only by a couple of years. Then me. Then our baby sister Maya. She’s three years younger than me.”
I observe how Tyler is a couple of inches taller than Gage, with a leaner builder and a shaggier haircut. He looks like a surfer. Maya stands at just under Gage’s height and looks like a literal model with her perfect complexion and flawless skin. She’s flanked by her hulking brothers in the photo.
Gage tells me Tyler lives here in Denver, but Maya moves constantly.
“She moved to Los Angeles a handful of months ago. Before that she was working as a professional house sitter in Seattle. And before that she worked as a pet nanny for some friends of hers in Portland.”
“What’s a pet nanny?”
Gage shakes his head. “I have no idea.”
“She sounds like a free spirit.”
“She definitely is.”
“And your brother Tyler?”
“He’s a douchebag.”
I chuckle and playfully shove Gage’s arm. “Come on, don’t say that about your brother.”
“If you ever meet him, you’ll understand. I love him, but I also want to strangle him half the time we’re around each other.”
“Aww come on, he can’t be that bad.”
“He absolutely is that bad. He’s thirty-two, and half the time we see each other, he tries to greet me with a purple nurple,” Gage mutters.
“A purple what?”
He frowns at me. “You don’t know what a purple nurple is?”
I shake my head. “I’m an only child. This sounds like something rambunctious siblings do to each other.”
He nods. “That’s true, actually.”
He goes quiet and takes another sip of wine.
I playfully smack his arm. “Well, are you ever gonna tell me what it is?”
“No. Too embarrassing. I shouldn’t have said it in the first place.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “Okay, well, you have to tell me now.”
“Nope.”
“Oh, come on. We’re both adults.”
When he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, I assume his stubborn streak wins out. But then his cheeks go red. He looks at me for a long moment without even blinking. “It’s when you pinch someone’s nipple and twist it.”
“Oh…”
Gage’s gaze drops to my chest for a split second before he redirects it back to my eyes. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s imagining my nipples.
I hope so.
