“So, that kiss…” he begins with a teasing smile. “Nope,” I cut him off, popping the p. “Is it a blood thing? Because I’m not one of them?” I pull a face. “Hate to break it to you, but Kalen aside, none of them are actually related.” “Shut up,” I groan. The waitress approaches with our drinks and food on a tray. I tuck straight in. “Because if it’s a family thing, I’m older than you, I could let you call me Daddy, for a price.” He shoots me a wicked grin and I elbow him, while smiling sweetly. “Fuck off, Branson.” “Ooooh surnaming me, tough girl.” He laughs when I flip him off. I like this side
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