“Weren’t you close with your older brother growing up?” Mallory asked, running her hands on his bare chest, as they were cuddling on her bed one evening. Alistair was playing with her hair and running his long fingers through her hair strands as he smiled at her while he found so much love for her when he would look at her in the eyes.
“We were close.” Alistair finally answered as he was propping up his hand to rest the side of his cheek on it.
“So why were you so close with Dahlia?” She asked right away, pulling her head up and staring at him.
“Well, we were the same in age. We basically grew up together since she was always around the house the same time I arrived from school. And, well, Benjamin and I were just different.” He answered with a smile, proud of even mentioning his older
