Ava
Once we were inside, Cleo and I made our way into the bathroom to wash our hands.
I glanced at her as the water ran over my fingers.
“Are you sure me being here is okay? I don’t want to put you out.”
Cleo looked at me as though I had just asked the most ridiculous question in the world.
“Don’t be silly. I always cook extra when I make meals. Feeding Eric is the equivalent of cooking for my own personal army.”
A quiet laugh escaped me.
“I don’t understand.”
“Eric eats a lot.”
“Oh.”
I smiled. “Now that you mention it, it must be a boy thing. Asher eats a lot too.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
For a second, I wondered if mentioning my brother would change the atmosphere between us.
It didn’t.
Cleo simply smiled and dried her hands before leading me back in
