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Cleo
Where you at girl?
I’m thinking we make bows and donuts tonight
Oooh or we could watch the new F1 docuseries
Eren looked so hot in the teaser omgggg!!!!!!!!!!!
Guiltimmediately trickles down my spine as I respond to my cousin, lying through my teeth as Jace gets up to answer his call—most likely from his mom.
Me
At practice, can’t tonight
I watch as Jace goes, still shirtless because apparently wearing shirts is illegal in the Heart household. My eyes track his movements as thoughts of his entire body plagues my mind. His hands are probably my favorite feature—besides his face, of course. They’re muscular—if that makes sense—with thick veins and long, slender fingers. Those are the hands of someone skilled whether with a hockey stick, paint brush, or in the bedroom.
When Jace returns back to the couch, he looks dazed, his sketchbook and pencils in hand, and I already know that the conversation wasn’t one that he wanted to have.
“Tough talk—” My phone dings again. Thinking it’s from Cleo, I immediately open it only to frown when I realize it’s not.
Daisy
We have shit to do
Monday night, no games, and no dicks.
twenty-two
Jace
“Cupid…Wheredobabiescomefrom?” I’m blinded by a mess of dark brown curls, a neon pink face, and large innocent brown eyes as Delilah stares into the depths of my soul—you know theexactlook that I’m talking about, too. If you’re around kids, that is.
I don’t get paid enough for this.
“Buttholes? I don’t know, kid.” I chuckle weakly as she huffs, folding her tiny arms over herself. I mask my smile as Delilah’s light yellow princess crown tilts on her head when she plops down next to me on the couch.
Tonight, I’m on little sunshine—also known as mayhem in a child's body—duty. Hanging with Delilah always brings me a sense of warmth…and confusion. Because even though she’s only four-years-old, she’s more progressed than most kids her age and asks the craziest things.
“When will you get a girlfriend? I think Uncle Lake has one…” Delilah whispers to me as if we’re sharing the greatest secret known to man.
Reeling back, I cock my neck at the nosey four-year-old, gently plucking her forehead. Sighing, I pull her into my lap.
“When you can successfully count to fifty.” I chuckle, tickling her. But as she giggles and laughs at me, my mind wanders elsewhere.
Sienna.
Her smile, the way she lights up a room without even noticing.
Everythingabout her is beautiful.
I know that I claim and say that she’s mine, but I wonder if she actually believes that. How can Ishowher that she is?
As Delilah calms down and my thoughts continue to spiral, my hand itches to paint. I’ve got to get whatever this is out of my system before I start to overthink my every life's decisions.
Derek’s in the kitchen, presumably making salmon alfredo—his usual. Groaning, I run a hand through my hair. I’m tired of salmon fucking alfredo, give me a burger or something, I beg.
Thinking about my situation with Sienna is making me crazy. I don’t even understand why we’re keeping this a secret—I meanI do, but I don’t at the same time. Cleo tends to overreact…a lot, but would it truly be the worst thing in the world if Sienna and I dated?
