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“She’s charming,” I say sarcastically.

“You don’t like any of my girlfriends,” he points out.

“You’ve been here three days. I doubt she’s your girlfriend,” I say.

“Not the point.”

“I’m pretty sure it is,” I say.

“You wanna hang out?” he asks, changing the subject.

“I did. At least now I know not to bring Jye here,” I mutter.

“What? No. Jye can come here, just let me know when you’re coming,” he instantly says, looking worried.

“Trey, you can just come to my place to see him or pick him up, it's no big deal,” I assure him.

“Sash-”

“When does Ryder get back?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Today. We’re gonna pick him up at the airport at six,” he says.

“Awesome. Where’s Sax?” I ask.

Sax chooses that moment to walk down the stairs. He’s wearing a pair of navy blue shorts, and that’s pretty much it.

“Do you ever wear a shirt?” I ask him, ogling his nipple rings.

“You complaining?” he asks.

“Nope,” I say popping the P.

Sax laughs.

Trey frowns.

“What do we owe the visit?” Sax asks as he hands me a can of passion fruit soda. I eye the can warily. It used to be my favourite drink until I spilled it on my laptop and broke the keyboard. It became sticky and the keys wouldn’t work. I’ve been holding a grudge ever since.

“It’s not the drink's fault, Sasha” Trey chuckles. Oh shit, I forgot I told him about that. Sax looks at me like I’m crazy. Which I possibly am.

“So, I think we should have a family event, for everyone to come and see Trey. Maybe next week,” I announce. I also haven’t seen Jet in a long time. I feel bad, I’m not as close to him as I am to my other cousins. I should really make more of an effort. I haven’t seen Uncle Finn in ages either.

“You gonna have it here?” Trey asks.

“Sure. Ryder won’t mind,” I beam. Ryder adores me.

Trey glances at Sax for affirmation. Sax nods. “Ryder won’t say no to Sasha.”

I give them my mega-watt smile.

“You’re such a brat,” Trey says, sipping on his drink.

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” he grumbles. I kiss him on the cheek, and then do the same to Saxon.

“You better go attend your… plaything,” I tell Trey. Saxon laughs, walking over to wrap his arms around me.

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