Aria.
I was drying the last of the dishes when I heard Kai cursing softly from the living room.
I peeked around the corner to see him crouched beside the old PlayStation that looked like it belonged in a museum. He was trying to plug something in, his brow furrowed like he was defusing a bomb.
“Need help, tech genius?” I called, smirking.
He grunted, holding up a tangle of wires. “I swear this thing used to work.”
Eli was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV, holding a controller that wasn’t even plugged in, pretending to drive a race car. I shook my head, drying my hands on a towel before walking over. But before I could say anything, there was a knock at the door.
Kai stood up slowly, stretching his arms before moving to open it. His shirt was slightly wrinkled from lying arou
