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Take up residence at a resort in exchange for doing their accounting free of charge.
Get far away from him and them.
Just because I’m cursed doesn’t mean they have to spend the rest of what will probably be good lives being that way too.
They’re not that invested in me despite the fact I am becoming that way in them.
“So, um…” Kipp casually attempts to reclaim the conversation causing me to turn away from his best friend, “what exactly do you need me to do?”
“Start by opening those.” A small gesture is delivered to the cheeses. “And I’ll open these.” My finger whirls around the remaining ingredients. “And then we combine them all in that big ass bowl.” Our eyes connect again. “Normally, you would then use a mixer to stir everything together, but I get the feeling you don’t have one-”
“That’s what Kipp’s for.”
“-meaning we’ll have to use our hands.”
“It’s a good thing I’m great with those,” he teasingly winks.
“Lots of practice?” Nolan playfully pokes prompting me to press my lips together to stop from snickering.
“Yeah.” He picks up the cream cheese packet to tear open. “I’ve built up amazing grip strength over the years.”
“By yourself?” his couch partner in crime impishly prods.
“With my tool.”
There’s no stopping me from shooting Kipp an amused expression.
“Between me and my tool.”
Mirth-filled cringes can’t be helped.
“Such crass language, young man,” Nolan laughs loudly, pulling my attention once more over my shoulder to see it.
To admire the openness, he allows himself to have here.
In their home.
With his person.
His person I don’t wanna take away from him.
Maybe just…share?
For a night?
For a…moment?
“You know what…” Kipp lightly chuckles upon realizing his poor choice of wording. “Why don’t you get your ass up, wash your hands, old man, and I’ll prove the shit to you. Right here. Right now.”
“In our kitchen?” Nolan juvenilely continues to taunt yet rises to his feet to join us, igniting unexpected butterflies to flitter in the pit of my stomach. “That’s really bathroom and bedroom behavior.”
“Keep talkin’ shit,” the man now opening the bag of shredded cheese insists, beam so bright it damn near burns my soul. “I’m about to destroy you.”
“Please,” his roommate sneers at the same time he turns on the hot water. “I’ve been using my hands a lot rougher and a lot longer than you, Kid.”
His choice of phrasing pulls a small, thoughtless whimper out of me.
Forfuckssake, if they keep this shit up, I’ll throw myself in a bowl for them to really prove themselves with.
