“Oh, Kerian. Do you think you’ll be back for the holidays? I know I’d love to have you here. I’m sure Zander would too.” His mom sounds so fucking warm, inviting… and Zander is blushing, but he looks up at me through the dark strands of his hair that’s still slightly damp from the shower we just took. His smile is absolutely helpless, and so warm I feel like he’s trying to burn me alive. It’s probably the reason I give an answer at all. “Yeah, maybe.” Fuck—I feel like they’re trying to draw me in. To make me a part of something. To make me a part of this. Nightly dinners and board games,
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