Ryder decides on a movie and settles into the couch beside me. His thigh touches mine, and I shiver. I love how the simplest touch can send a chill through me. Raikin rubs my other thigh with his pinky, and I wish our parents weren’t here so I could hold their hands.
A few minutes into the movie, Curtis walks into the living room. I am the first to notice him standing in the doorway staring at us. “Did you want to watch the movie with us Curtis?” I ask casually, trying to inform my guys their dad is in the room.
“Umm, sure.” Curtis says looking at the empty chair. “You didn’t want to sit in the chair Reece?” Curtis asks pointedly.
“Nope.” Reece says looking at his dad. “I am very comfortable right here.”
“I can see that.” Curtis mumbles, almost too quietly for me to hear.
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