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“Just listening. Hungry? I will order pizza,” he says, and Maya looks up excitedly.

“Cheese pizza?”

“Whatever pizza you like, Maya,” he says, giving her a wink.

“Sure, I don’t feel like cooking anyway,” my mother says, hopping up and going to the kitchen. She grabs a bottle of wine and some glasses.

“Drink, Cyrus?”

“No, I’m good,” he says, taking his phone out.

“Addie?” my mother asks, holding the wine bottle up.

“No, ma, not tonight,” I tell her.

“Since when do you turn down a drink? Very well, more for me,” she says, and I chuckle.

Eli returns, carrying three pizzas. We watch a few family movies, relaxing in comfortable silence. I put Maya to bed at 8PM, tucking her in. My mother puts herself to bed, a little tipsy, making me laugh as she staggers to her room.

“What time do you start tomorrow?” I ask her.

“Seven,” she calls back.

“I will wake you,” I call to her, and she hums back.

“Are you both staying tonight?” I ask, and they nod.

I get up, and they follow me to my bedroom. Grabbing some clothes, I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I shower quickly before hopping out and grabbing some towels. Walking into the room, I see Eli only wearing shorts.

“Showered before coming back.”

I nod, but Cyrus grabs one of the towels from me, pecking me on the cheek before walking toward the bathroom. I wait for Eli to turn around, only he doesn’t. Instead, he watches me with a smirk on his gorgeous face before he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Are you going to get dressed?”

“Can you turn around?” I ask.

“No, I have a good view,” he says.

I roll my eyes before grabbing an oversized shirt and pulling it over my towel. I then slip my panties underneath the towel and pull them up. I remove the towel, and Eli seems annoyed.

“We will see you, eventually.”

“You already saw my ass. You are not seeing anything else,” I tell him.

“We’ll see,” Eli says, pulling the blanket back.

I climb in next to him, remaining on the edge of the bed, so I don’t have to climb over them when I sneak out later. Cyrus comes in after a few minutes, climbing over me and dropping between Eli and me. I reach up, flicking off the lamp before rolling onto my back.

“Did you do something to Ethan?” I ask.

Neither of them says anything, and I roll over, facing Cyrus. I can just make out his face from the hallway light we have left on for Maya seeping into the room.

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Does that upset you?” Cyrus asks.

“Not really. Actually, I hate what they did to my sister. Though, she made her choices. For someone who claims to love her, he enabled it,” I say, wondering if that makes me a bad person for not caring he is dead.