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He looks back up at me, and when his gray eyes meet mine, I decide they might be my favorite color I have ever seen.
Seventeen years, I’ve waited for this. Seventeen long fucking years.
“It was special because it was with you.” Damn, if that’s not the most perfect thing he could’ve said.
It’s official. I’m claiming it. That smile belongs to me.
“I deserve to exist too, even if in secret,” I force out. “Jesus, Novi.” Turkey grabs my shoulder and pulls me into an aggressive hug. He squeezes me tight, not caring he showered and I stink like a dog. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ve got your back, brother. Always.”
“That’s better than the I don’t speak English excuse I was expecting you to say.”
Otherwise, I think it’s called kidnapping.” “Why would someone nap on a kid?” I point at him. “You know that’s not the right phrase, and I’m not going to play your game anymore.
“And not those slutty fucking sweatpants!”
“Wear two pairs of socks. Condoms for your feet.”
“You’re mad at me?” “Yeah. A bit.” “I can work with a bit.”
