“If he likes his vies, he’d keep them off our brother’s adversary.” “But he’s so hot,” Tom groans like it’s a struggle. “And he winked at me.” “Eye twitch,” Eliot shoots me a look to say the same. “Coulda been a dust particle itch.” I sing-song, “Possibilities.” “You know…” Tom stares sadly at the tequila. “He’s my secret…the crush.” His secret crush.
