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“I am big Russian spy. When I’m not on ice, I use my skates as weapon.” “Checks out.”
There’s a pull between us, like an invisible string tying us to one another, but I know if I give in to it and let it happen, that string will wrap around us, and we’ll have a noose hanging around both our necks.
“He was very good kisser.” “You wanna do it again?” “Repeatedly.”
“What should I do?” “Taunt him until he shoves you up against a wall and takes you there and then?” I’m concerned by how easily that came to him. “That is not a thing that would ever work.” “Ah, yeah, never,” Anton mutters somewhere in the background.
“Last time you admitted to being friends with someone in queer circles, you threw your phone in a lake.” “I was teaching it how to swim.”
Their voices drop to murmur about something. I hope she is telling him about the time I was five and ran down the street naked. Or when I was sick and sneezed so hard I covered my desk in snot. Or that time she chased me because I found her diary, and I fell over and broke my arm. It is a sibling’s job to embarrass each other to their partners, so she sure as hell better be doing it for me.
“Who do I need to kill? I want names.” Mischka tuts. “Mommy asked the same thing.” “Good. I will get the list from her later.”