Sighing, I close the door behind me and follow him to the living area, where he has a basket full of Minions merch. He sits on the sofa, crossing his arms. “You can have these back.” “Are you sure?” “No…I mean yes. I like them, and you, but I don’t need both if you hurt my sister.” I would’ve smiled if I weren’t two seconds away from exploding. “I’m not hurting her.” He swallows. “Promise?” “Promise.” “If you do hurt her, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
