Book 3 Chapter 22
You have sisters; I have brothers
Tori
Elias pulled into the parking lot of Coney Island, and we got out, making our way inside. We found a booth and sat down. I grabbed a menu and flipped through it.
“You’re not like most girls I have met.”
“You’ve known me since I was four. You now realize this.” I smirked.
“Smartass.”
“Some people have sisters to torment them. I had brothers.”
Elias gave me a strange look.
“I meant Gabe, Nate, and Deacon. I don’t consider you as a brother because it’s weird to have a crush on your brother.”
“This whole conversation is weird.”
The server came and took our orders, then left.
“I don’t understand something. How did you end up with someone like Bradley Wilson? The guy is a schmuck.”
I sighed. I knew Bradley’s name would rear it
