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I smile, because as much as I love a girls weekend, I do love that my brother and I have such a great relationship. “Of course not, I’m glad you’re here.”
He passes me a seltzer, “I wouldn’t miss it. Now come outside and see your present.”
He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and I walk outside following him. My eyes immediately land on his best friend. Hat turned back, bare chest, and shorter swimming trunks that show off those leg muscles that are usually covered with moto pants.
What a perfect birthday present.
“I know you love Colson, but he’s not the gift.” Reiss says sarcastically and motions for Colson to show me. My cheeks turn pink from my thoughts, knowing damn well Colson would be the best gift.
We step around the side of the house and I see the trailer, loaded down with dirtbikes. Instantly, I’m excited.
“Please tell me we are going to trail ride!” I clap excitedly, and Stassie steps next to me.
“They’re even making me come, and Reiss said I can’t ride in my bikini top.”
I hug Reiss tightly and thank him for planning this. I love to trail-ride even more than racing. I think it’s the difference in terrain and just the scenery aspect but I love it and Reiss knows just how much.
“I’m excited now.” I grin, rocking back on my heels to keep myself from jumping up and down.
“Not me,” Stassie says, “I just got my nails done and I’m not really a dirty kind of gal.”
Reiss rolls his eyes, “That’s not what I hear.”
“Shut up,” I push his shoulder. “You don’t have to come, Stas. If you wanna sun bathe instead I won’t be upset.”
She shakes her head, “Nah, I’ll come but I have no idea how to ride a dirtbike so I guess I’ll have to ride with you.”
Reiss’ eyes light up, and I swear his pupils turn to hearts. “No way! I’ve waited years to have you straddle me, Anastasia.”
Colson roars with laughter and I can’t stop the grin from overtaking my face.
“You are ridiculous,” Stassie sighs.
Three hours later, Stas heads to bed, Reiss disappears on a FaceTime call with Mira (aka the enemy’s sister), and Colson and I are watching the fire burn.
“What’s up with Reiss and Mira?” I ask, using that weird ass situation as an ice breaker, although I am thoroughly confused by the whole thing.
“I have no idea,” he laughs, “Probably just an easy lay.”
I crunch my nose, “Gross.”
“You asked.”
He picks up a roasting fork and pushes a marshmallow down on the end holding it above the fire.
“It’s gonna take four hundred years to roast a marshmallow like that. You might as well be holding it over that rock over there.”
He chuckles, “I don’t like it burnt.”
The marshmallow is a good two feet from the top of the flame. “You may as well just eat it cold out of the bag.”
He shakes his head, “No, you just have to trust the process.”
Grabbing another fork, I slide a marshmallow down and thrust the pole into the fire, turning it until I can tell the marshmallow is on fire. I yank it back and blow until the fire is out and the marshmallow is black.
“That’s disgusting,” he laughs, “The inside is still cold.”
I roll my eyes, “It’s fine.”
