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"Stop looking at her tits, duns the at the corners of her n back Shut up She’s fking beautiful

He translates for her I would groan aloud, but I don’t No sound has leftWell, I talked for a while after that But not for long Not after a boy on the playground said I sounded like a frog Now I don’t talk at all It’s better that way "He says you’re beautiful," he tells her "That’s why he was ogling your tits like a 12 year old"

I flip hi out his hands like he’s surrendering to the cops "What?" he asks, still signing But she can hear hi to tell her what you say"

Like I have another choice besides signing You never heard of a secret code between brothers? I sign

"You start whispering secrets in my ear, dickhead, and I’ll knock your head off your shoulders"

You can try, asswipe

He laughs "He’s talking all ro his ass" She’s grinning now The sh I’d be on my knees, if I wasn’t stuck behind that table She brushes a strand of jet black hair back froht blue behind her ear

I watch her open her mouth to start to speak But she looks over at my brother instead "He can read lips?" she asks

"Depends on how"Or how ornery he’s feeling that day" He raises his brows at aze travels toward the tabletop Shit He saw me adjust my junk "I’d say he likes you a lot"

This ti as she s But then she looks directly at me, and says, "I want a tattoo" She points toward the front of the store She’s still talking, but I can’t see her lipsat me I want to follow her face, to jump up so I can watch those cherry red lipsto me But I don’t I force myself to keepand her lips form an O "Sorry," she says "You didn’t catch any of that, did you?" She heaves a sigh and says, "The girl up front said to see you for a tattoo"

I look over aton anything at the hs and signs, "You’re welcorin Friday set me up She does it all the tiirls to irls ant to sleep with the deaf guy because they heard he’s auy they don’t have to talk to I’uy they don’t have to pretend with, because I wouldn’t knohat they’re saying regardless

If this girl is just there to sleep with me, we can skip all the tattoo nonsense

"Don’t even think about it," my brother says "She wants a tat That’s all"

How do you knohat she wants?

I just know, he signs This time he doesn’t speak the words Don’t try to lay this one

I holdhins not our kind

Oh, I get it She’s froht be rich, but she would still love what I can do for her I reach for her hand and squeeze it gently so she’ll look at ers play across the iridescent blue veins beneath her tender skin, and I draw a circle with the tip ofher Here?

Herher arood at this

I stand up and touch the side of her neck and she brushes htly together

I look directly at her boobs and lick er down the slope of her breast Here? IHer tiny fist slairls slap me before, but I’ve never had one punch me in the face Fuck, that hurt The wet, coppery taste of blood slides overPaul thrusts a towel in my hands and tilts e of my nose, and I can’t see his mouth or his hands over the bunched up towel, so I have no idea if he’s talking tohis ass off He lifts the towel but blood trickles down overthere for a brief second, her fists clenched at her sides as she watches me suffer

Shit, that hurts

Then she turns on the heels of her black boots and walks away I want to call out to her to get her to stay I would say I’m sorry, but I can’t I can’t call her back to me I start to rise, but Paul shoves ht be broken